Peaceful Acres

       

Peaceful Acres

The long, so long, such peaceful days,
Pass by, pass by, and go their ways.
But peace, the peace, that only God supplies
Rests in this house and in it's skies.

The Madam's glasses lie on the shelf,
Where she lives alone- all by her self.
Her husband's cello, (may he rest in peace)
Her love for it will never cease.

And from time to time, when the window is agape,
And she is round about putting things in shape,
She will pause and listen, and her heart is at ease,
As her husband plays, for her sorrows appease.
Although she knows, and though she sees,
'Tis only the breeze, 'tis only the breeze.