One day I want a stone house with strong timbers for its bones
A house that the wolf can’t blow down
Or enter without my say-so
I want a house with two stories, maybe three
Where I can lie in my bed and look at the trees
And feel safe above it all
The fire in the fireplace will be my own
Flowers on the table that I grew myself
The only food will be the food I like to eat
No discord will be allowed in my house
Only peaceful souls will be allowed to stay
Only gentleness, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, and self-control
Christine L. Hardy
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