Hail, Our New Home
In June, when days were long and bright, I constructed a new home in sight. At our Sergoit farm, a little three-roomed delight, A dream come true, a place to rest and take flight. The farm has been one of the places I hold dear, A haven of peace, a place to banish fear. The scent of fresh earth and the sound of birds in the air, A place to build memories, to share and to spare. With each brick and each beam, the house began to rise, A labor of love, a testament to the skies. The roof over our heads, a shelter from the rain, A place to call home, a place to love and gain. The month passed by, and the house began to take shape, A structure of strength, a place to escape. The windows and doors, a warm and cozy space, A place to laugh and play, a place to embrace. And now, as the sun sets on the horizon, I stand here, proud of this little home I've made. A place of joy and love, a place to call my own, A little three-roomed house, where I am never alone.