The little house of straw and stone
Sat beneath a starry sky
And I wondered how a little place
could have such peace
And the little house it spoke to me
from within it's walls of white
It looked out from shuttered windows small,
but shining oh so bright
'My child it's simple, see the way to peace is clear,
My hearth remembers everything
near on two hundred year.
But no matter what event unfolds
Joy, despair or woe
My limestone walls breathe in and out so I'm able to let go'
Áine McGarry 2023 🌞