(For Miss Brenda)

Just around the corner
is a little white house
Inside but usually outside
a white haired lady putters about

Her blue eyes twinkle
and her pink lips smile
She always ask everyone
if you can stay a while

Her house is a hodgepodge
of lovingly crafted things
From a fence made of bottles
to an old porch swing

The trees in her yard
so elegant and strong
Planted long ago now
each has its own story song

If you listen well
and if you listen hard
You can hear their whispered tales
across her wide windswept yard

Wind chimes tinkle
with happy jubilee
While you sit a while
and hear of how it used to be