A Little Bit of Land
by Jennie Senrud Hutton
A little bit of land is all I ask.
Just a small place to call my own,
where I can put down roots, so deep, so deep,
that great grandchildren still will call it home.
Is it so much to ask?
a lane of trees,
bringing birdsong and colored leaves,
a grape arbor, the roses beyond,
sweet lilacs holding in their arms,
the lawn.
Tulips, and yellow daffodil,
spattered up and down the cellar hill,
sweet gurgling brook, fresh and cool,
the brush beyond sheltering grouse and sage,
and shy sweet deer.
Oh aching heart, hungry hungry soul.
What little bit to make a grateful whole.
Is there no spot in all this universe?
a little valley, with a cabin home,
a bit of garden I could call my own,
I would not bruise the land, or tear it apart,
but keep it beating with a happy blooming heart.
Each bit of soil, which God had surley blessed,
would be a cozy home for seeds to rest,
and grow and nourish, comforting all men,
with fruit and shade, and food for every soul.
A little bit of land to call my own,
within its small confines, a loving home,
and fertile soil
no matter the toil,
I would so grateful be
if God would take a little chance on me
and give me a small plot of lonely sod
that needs a gentle hand, and God.
