Active Adults Love Their Homes in Every Season

Posted: November, 30, 2018 | Categories: Uncategorized

 

A Boomer Poem, inspired by Willie Nelson’s Cold November Wind

 

A cold November wind

Can cut right through your soul

Even leaves all hide away

From the wind November blows

 

Shelter from the wind

Requires more than just four walls

A place that warms the heart

Home is what it’s called

 

A cold November wind

But I’ve a fire burning bright

And a book upon my lap

By the window’s ample light

 

In the kitchen I prepare

Food that fills me with delight

To my bedroom I retire

Tucked in warm and safe all night

 

Despite the cold November wind

I let the dog go run outside

In my private courtyard space

Where my summer garden thrived

 

The garage has lots of room

For both cars and storage space

My community is where

I easily travel anyplace

 

Guests have their own bed and bath

When they want to come and stay

And there is so much to do and see

Even on cold November days

 

We have no fear when seasons change

And when the winter’s chill begins

Because we have a place we love

Not bothered by November winds

 

In this community of mine

The neighbors all agree

We were fortunate to find

Windsong, Where Life’s A Breeze.