The House At The Top Of The Hill

At the top of the hill, where the birds all sing, where the clouds sail by, and the church bells ring. where echoes are heard, through the tall Maple trees, and the birds all sound like musical keys. where nature’s pets live, and wildflowers grow, and off in the distance, are the streams down below. where the breeze is so cool, and the sun shines so bright, where the stars and the moon, are a lover’s delight.

At the top of the hill, where we used to roam, well built was a house, to call all our own. we’ll raise a small family, and teach them to love and to always be thankful, for the earth and above. for nature, her beauty, from stars to the flowers, and all of the dear friends, in this world of ours, to prove we are happy, our look is a smile, we’ll help one another, for the rest of the while.

Signed,

Ellen Winona Crandall

July 6, 1948