Old Humble Cottage Poem

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Nestled by a meadow, amidst a field of green,
Stood an old humble cottage, like a cozy, peaceful scene.
Its walls were weathered, with ivy creeping slow,
Its thatched roof, a patchwork, with stories from long ago.
The windows small and quaint, let in a soft warm light,
Inviting weary travelers, to rest their eyes at night.
A chimney gently billowed, with smoke so sweet and pure,
The scent of burning firewood, a comfort to endure.
The garden bloomed with flowers, in colors bright and gay,
A labor of love, tended to, day by patient day.
A white picket fence enclosed, a haven of delight,
A refuge from the world, a place of quiet respite.
Inside, a humble hearth, with embers glowing low,
A crackling fire danced, casting shadows in a gentle glow.
A rocking chair by the window, worn with years of use,
A testament to simple joys, and memories to infuse.
Though not grand or lavish, with riches to behold,
The old humble cottage had a treasure worth more than gold.
For in its walls, a warmth and peace, that money cannot buy,
A humble haven of contentment, beneath the endless sky.
So let us cherish the charm, of the old humble abode,
A place where simple pleasures, can fill our hearts and souls.
For in its modest beauty, a lesson to be found,
That true happiness resides, in the simple joys profound.