in the heart of the Kentucky hills,
Surrounded by roses and daffodils,
And laced with honeysuckle vines,
Stood a little cabin built long ago,
By folks I was proud to know!
My grandparents chose the spot,
'Neath the whispering pines.
"It was our honeymoon cottage," Grandpa would
"We came straight here on our weddin' day,"
"And you know, we've been around here ever
The setting was so serene,
"Picture perfect," if you know what I mean,
Right down to the little white picket fence!
Though Grandma was in her seventies,
She still would sew,
And can the vegetables they could grow,
In the little clearing at the top of the hill!
Though time had made a change in Grandma’s face,
In Grandpa’s heart no one could take her place.
In His eyes she was lovely still!
Grandpa was her gallant Knight!
Her face would light up when he came in sight!
Their love grew sweeter with the passing of
Yes, Friend it is plain to see if you have love,
That special gift from God above,
You can be happy even if you don’t have a dime!
They were married in the little Church,
With the white steeple,
And with Grandpa’s and Grandma’s people,
There was barely room enough to stand.
The kin folks brought fiddles and five-stringed
Mandolins, guitars, and even dobros!
I’m telling you the music was mighty grand!
No couple was happier than those two!
The moment they said, “I do,”
Grandpa kissed his bride so tenderly.
‘Twas the beginning of a lasting marriage,
And as they sped away in a horse drawn carriage,
Their joy was plain to see!
But, now where the honeymoon cottage once stood,
There’s only a pile of rubble and wood.
The old folks have gone on to their Eternal
However, today they are in the Promised Land,
Walking hand in hand,
And basking in the Presence,
Of Jesus Christ their Lord!
Robert F. Dotson © 2008