Richard Peck Quote
I seen but little of this world,Except my corner of it;The city never drew me,For I knew I could not love it.What I loved best was watchingThe garden getting ripeAnd a pouch of sweet tobaccoAnd my old cob pipe.What I loved best was a harvest moonBefore a frosty mornAnd lamplight in the barn lotAnd them long, straight rows of corn.I was plain and country;That's where it starts and ends,But nobody loved her family more,Or treasured more her friends.I loved the changing seasons,And looking for life's reasons,And honey in the comb,and home.
Richard Peck
I seen but little of this world,Except my corner of it;The city never drew me,For I knew I could not love it.What I loved best was watchingThe garden getting ripeAnd a pouch of sweet tobaccoAnd my old cob pipe.What I loved best was a harvest moonBefore a frosty mornAnd lamplight in the barn lotAnd them long, straight rows of corn.I was plain and country;That's where it starts and ends,But nobody loved her family more,Or treasured more her friends.I loved the changing seasons,And looking for life's reasons,And honey in the comb,and home.