You don’t know dust until you’ve lived in the renovation of a several hundred year old house.
A favorite middle school poem about the inescapable…
Dust
Agatha Morley
All her life
Grumbled at dust
Like a good wife.
Dust on a table,
Dust on a chair,
Dust on a mantel
She couldn’t bear.
She forgave faults
In man and child
But a dusty shelf
Would set her wild.
She bore with sin
Without protest,
But dust thoughts preyed
Upon her rest.
Is sleeping sound
Six feet under
The mouldy ground.
The earth she lies
With dust at her feet
And dust in her eyes.
-Sydney King Russell
Borrowed from Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle
Haha! This is fantastic! So appropriate to my life right now. Thanks for sharing and for the laugh!😆
A favorite middle school poem about the inescapable…
Dust
Agatha Morley
All her life
Grumbled at dust
Like a good wife.
Dust on a table,
Dust on a chair,
Dust on a mantel
She couldn’t bear.
She forgave faults
In man and child
But a dusty shelf
Would set her wild.
She bore with sin
Without protest,
But dust thoughts preyed
Upon her rest.
Agatha Morley
Is sleeping sound
Six feet under
The mouldy ground.
Six feet under
The earth she lies
With dust at her feet
And dust in her eyes.
-Sydney King Russell
Borrowed from Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle
Haha! This is fantastic! So appropriate to my life right now. Thanks for sharing and for the laugh!😆