This poem was written by a little boy named Thomas who had stayed here with his family. He wrote this at school when he was only seven years old. We were so happy to hear he enjoyed staying with us. 🙂
The Covered Bridge House
I see a river and a tree house.
I taste pancakes and bacon that came with the bed and breakfast.
I hear the water running down the river.
I smell breakfast being made.
I feel the water as I float on a tube rafting down the river.
A weekend in New Hampshire.