I was going through some of my things yesterday, and I found this old poem I wrote when I was 12. Just figured I’d share it.

A little mountain cottage
What a pleasant place to be
All snuggled in so closely
To the tiny bubbling stream
So cozy is its fireplace
And framework made with love
That anyone who likes happiness
Would think it’s sent from above.

Haha, I know it’s a bit cheesy, but I was only twelve, so oh well!