Fay Inchfawn Kitchen Poems

  • 1.
    I know it all . . . I know.
    For I am God. I am Jehovah, He
    Who made you what you are; and I can see
    The tears that wet your pillow night by night,
    ...
  • 2.
    One yestereve, in the waning light,
    When the wind was still and the gloaming bright,
    There came a breath from a far countrie,
    And the ghost of a Little House called to me.
    ...
  • 3.
    Not long ago, I prayed for dying grace,
    For then I thought to see Thee face to face.

    And now I ask (Lord, 'tis a weakling's cry)
    ...
  • 4.
    Across the town the evening bell is ringing;
    Clear comes the call, through kitchen windows winging!

    Lord, knowing Thou art kind,
    ...
  • 5.
    Sometimes, when everything goes wrong:
    When days are short, and nights are long;
    When wash-day brings so dull a sky
    That not a single thing will dry.
    ...
  • 6.
    I shut my eyes to rest 'em, just a bit ago it seems,
    An' back among the Cotswolds I were wanderin' in me dreams.
    I saw the old grey homestead, with the rickyard set around,
    An' catched the lowin' of the herd, a pleasant, homelike sound.
    ...
  • 7.
    I've had a naughty day to-day.
    I scrunched a biscuit in my hair,
    And dipped my feeder in the milk,
    And spread my rusk upon a chair.
    ...
Total 7 Kitchen Poems by Fay Inchfawn

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David hall: I have a hand written poem On the cotswolds now signed fay inchfawn was it ever published

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