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Marketta
I
came upon a house, I did not know…
Had
been traveling far in blinding snow…
I
heard a voice inside pleasantly singing…
Heard
her husband tap the floor, come my way…
Marketta,
then I heard him say…
Suddenly
her voice stopped…
Someone
at the door, do you hear, my dear…
Before
I could knock, her gentle hand unbolted the lock…
As
I stood there before the door…
Saw
her babies playing on the floor…
Come
in stranger, she said with a smile…
Come
sit by our fire for a while…
And
so I did, talked with Tom, about the farm…
Drank
a cup of coffee, watched the babies play…
Soon,
I had to leave…
Be
on my way…
Had
many places to go…
Little
time to stay…
Many
errands to run that day…
And
as I looked back over my shoulder…
There
she was standing in the door…
Behind
the children still playing on the floor…
I
saw her hand wave to me…
As
I turned aside, withdrew from this wonderful land…
The
snow began to fall…
Again,
I heard her beautiful voice…
Singing
softly behind the wall…
Marketta,
Marketta, this woman I'll always remember, on this farm…
One
day I shall return, visit with Marketta and her man, Tom…
kooldude
