A NEW LIFE
She was sick of being homeless either too hot or cold,
Nowhere to call her own, nothing she could behold
And think of home and comfort or shelter after a hard day,
Would she ever find a home along life’s cruel, harsh way.
She left the city and headed north maybe somewhere to find,
Some old shack to rent and leave heartless streets far behind,
A place no one else wanted a place she could call home,
A place to do up the best she could, comfort after a roam.
There was an old shepherd’s shack at the edge of town,
It was old and rather dirty and very badly run down,
Although the glass was not broken and the door was fine,
It seemed it had a kitchen, bedroom with floors made of pine.
She asked around and the farm owner said it’s yours my dear
If you can tidy it up and fix the garden, of beasts you have no fear.
He found the old rusty key and found old things in his barn,
There were scraps of furniture that I’m sure could tell many a yarn.
They offered her a small job as farm hand. gave her food as well,
Also a little money to fix up the shack until it was almost fir to sell,
She became part of the small town even landed a council seat,
One of the most pleasant people you could ever wish to meet.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 28 June 2006