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.