Monday, November 1, 2010

Poem #45

A rabbit may be quick.
A pony may be pretty.
I'm glad you didn't pick
a home inside a city.

I am regularly thankful that we moved to the middle of nowhere, New Hampshire. The lack of crowds, the lack of traffic, the clean air. All of these things are wonderful! Beth found our house by shopping on the internet. We fell in love with the building and probably would have bought it even if it were in Concord or Manchester. But it isn't, and I am glad for that.

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