Granny's Cottage
by Sylvia Barnard
After they sold the farm,
they moved to the main road
to a little three-bedroom house
like a hobbit house under a bank.
On the other side, my father planted
an English-style hedge and behind
the house were big trees and my
mother's compost heap frequented by
all the little animals that still
lived along this road, avoiding the cars
whizzing past their lairs and burrows
on the way to town to get groceries.
In the summertime, we went there
for long periods, my daughter
going to Vacation Bible School
at the Congregational Church
and playing with her third cousins
along the brook and in the woods.
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I am a native of western Massachusetts where this poem is set and came to Albany in 1967 to teach in the Classics Department at UAlbany, which I did for 43 years. I have read and published my poetry in the area throughout that time.
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