The place that I call home is bound
By acres broad and wide
And many furred and feathered things
Have hastened here to hide
When bleak November sailed forth
And hunter roamed the way
It seemed these frightened friendly things
Have found a place to stay

Along a lilac bordered lane
Where clumps of britches grow
I spied this morn at break of day
A little frightened Doe
And down along the frozen brook
Wed Laurel and bramble glade
A flock of Pheasants stile and proud
Happy and unafraid

While rabbits play along the wall
Bright eye alert and shy
And gay squirrels leap from scented boughs
Among Hemlocks high
And right around the house today
Are flock of sparrows bold
They huddle neath the pillar porch
Away from rain and cold

The meadow lark and robins too
A warmer place have found
But oh I’m glad the sparrows knew
That this was scared ground
So all around my broad domain
Are warnings fierce, Alas
They tell to friend and hunters
Please you must not trespass.

Katherine Carey-Place 1878-1934

Copyright Roy Richard