Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"They think because I sew and bake

And sweep a white pine floor,

I never think of winding roads

Somewhere beyond my door!

They think me deaf to messages

Of winds in trees that bend

And sway in sheer abandonment,

While all I do is mend!

'Tis true, my body dwells at home

While a white shoreline calls

The roving heart and soul of me

Beyond these humble walls!

And so I sing and bake my bread

And baste my narrow seams,

But while I put my loaves in pans

My heart is light with dreams!"

This unknown author wrote the language of my heart. Singing goes well with sewing, baking, mending and cleaning i...