June Nash

The Cottage

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Lakeside cottage, damp, musty.

Since last use, very dusty.

Spiders crawl, webs are spinning.

Mice abound, control winning.

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Deck covered with dried up leaves.

Low branched trees are touching eaves.

Grass long, in need of a mow.

Boat in water, good to go.

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Don’t want work all day at chores.

Rather start fire, eat s’mores.

Want to take boat out fishing.

For this break I’ve been wishing.

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Open windows, air out house,

Put out traps, catch a mouse.

Cutting lawn, only hour takes.

This done, time for leisure makes.

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As child, folks made me work

At chores, wouldn’t let me shirk.

As reward, to me, they’d give

Leisure time to swim, play, live

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This lesson they taught to me

Helped as adult, me to see,

Hard work having it’s rewards

In the pleasure it affords.

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For a couple hours worked hard

Hung up hammock in the yard

In breeze, as I gently swing

Think to this credence I’ll cling.

–                         – June Nash