As I was going to…

As I was going to…

Mrs. Pearsons Cottage—

(well, I wasn’t;

but, I saw the sign,

and changed my mind,

to see if her cottage,

or Mrs. Pearson, I’d find).

Well, once again,

the path took me there,

to Mrs. Pearsons place,

though I didn’t see

hide not hair

of her face;

and then beyond

I travelled still,

along the path,

and over the hill.

and found myself

in lovely St. Ive,

the fact of which,

I couldn’t believe.

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