The Country Door

Sunlight comes calling at our country door,

Our Country Door........

     Gently touching the flowers there.

The fairies smile and ask for more,
     As they watch over my plants with care.

The country door is painted red,
     Covering what was once blue.
After thirty years of marriage, my husband
     confides that he never cared for doors of that hue.

So off to the store I go,
     Looking for a paint color new.
He's always loved his trucks of red

     Maybe he'll be happy with red doors too!

Now, twelve years down the road,

    Maybe it's time to rethink red or blue.

Or maybe just leave them weathered and faded,

     Greeting family and friends who come calling

          at our country door.

Cynthia McDonald,  6-16-2011