From my father's kitchen window<br /> in our house upon the hill<br /> let me tell you of the beauty<br /> in the sights above the sill<br /> <br /> The buttercups and long blade grass <br /> as far as the eye could see<br /> some may see it as, just old weeds <br /> but it meant the world to me<br /> <br /> To the left I could see the church<br /> a little lower, my school<br /> to the right was the paper mill<br /> heard the whistle , that was cool<br /> <br /> Straight ahead was my Nanny's house<br /> I could smell the bread baking<br /> hanging patchwork quilts on the line<br /> or floor mats she was shaking<br /> <br /> Though our house it was no mansion<br /> and its contents were not grand<br /> I was blessed beyond good measure<br /> on that awesome piece of land<br /> <br /> <br /> Memories from my childhood<br /> as days came to an end<br /> from my father's kitchen window<br /> there were splendid colour blends<br /> <br /> Seemed each and every evening <br /> God would paint a masterpiece<br /> He painted the sky just for me<br /> His great love has never ceased   Submitted By: Wanda Peddle