We've seen Quiet Acres now let's visit the home

The Home at Quiet Acre.

The Home at Quiet Acre speaks to us of love,
With histories of families who’ve been blest from above,
Each room and hall has whispers that quietly fill the air,
Telling tales of friendship with tender loving care.

I love to think of families who’ve lived within these walls,
Their moments of enjoyment, shared by one and all
Tender precious moments as life came into bloom
One can feel the warmth of it as you go from room to room.

The voices of small children as they play in upstairs rooms
Calling to each other, dispelling any gloom
A mother croons a lullaby to sooth a crying babe
These are the sounds of people who here their home have made.

At times the lamps have glistened through the dark and stormy night
To the cold and weary traveler a welcoming, warming sight,
This home has given shelter through the strongest winter storms,
Keeping these within its loving walls so safe and snugly warm.

As each succeeding family has lived their lives in turn,
A trace of them is left behind from which we somehow learn,
That love is all around us for us to freely share,
And we leave that fragment of it, when we Leave our prescience there

JW 15/03/03.