Poem By Mary E. Fosholdt
A cabin, a porch, two old rocking chairs
Some work to do but nobody cares.
A man and his wife sit holding hands,
Talking over their well laid plans. The toil, the work is now all done,
And they have planned to have some fun.
They have scrimped and saved, even delayed
The time n their lives they would have played. The old chairs creak as they rock to and fro,
The man smokes his pipe as his wife sits and sews.
They stop a moment, take a breath of clean air
And they settle back in their old rocking chairs. Their friends stop by to see time spent,
By the two old people who seem so content.
They can't understand how we two could be
So peaceful and happy, just you and me. We worked, we laughed and saved and prayed,
God's call for us would be delayed.
We wanted some years to have some fun
And love them under the mountain sun. We're happy and content as you can see,
Two old rocking chairs, you and me.
God gave us each other and His love besides,
And we'll walk down life's pathway with Him at our sides.