Writings of. . . . Judith Johnson Kypta Our Little...
"Our Little Shanty"
Our little shanty On the side of the road Isn't much to look at, But it is ... Our abode
Broken down shutters With a weather worn roof Rusty old gutters Looking shabby, and aloof
Some who look upon it Might take pity on me Thinking I am poor Because of what they see
They can't see the caring Nor the happiness within While we share each new day Me . . . and my kin
Material things . . . lovely to behold Can't compare to the joy inside This I wouldn't trade for all the gold Yes, I look on our shanty . . . with pride
You see, home is where the heart is And our shanty is brimming with love For all these blessings, I am grateful They were given from . . . God above.
