Puzzles on the Floor

For nigh on three hours tonight,
I read aloud from Fields of Home,
The end of the story of how Ralph goes to his grandfather’s
And they turn a worn out farm around.

One man and three boys did puzzles on the floor
As they listened.
The fourth boy listened,
And the fifth walked over the puzzles or sat in my lap.

All of us together
As the time grew late and later,

And we all went to bed satisfied.