She is breakers and coral
And white mountain laurel
As constant as hills and as sweet as a rose.
She is midsummer meadows
And cool mountain shadows
The dream of a child and the peace of repose.
She is soft April showers
And wild tropic flowers
A cool mountain stream and a Christmas snow.
Her manner of sweetness
Portrays life's completeness
She is my nanna -- I ought to know!
Yes, I know there are stains on my carpet,
The traces of small muddy boots,
And I see your fair tapestry glowing,
All spotless with flowers and fruits.
And I know that my walls are disfigured,
With prints of small fingers and hands,
And that your own household most truly
In immaculate purity stands.
And I know that my parlor is littered
With many odd treasures and toys,
While your won is in daintiest order,
Unharmed by the presence of Boys.
And I know that my room is invaded
Quite boldly all hours of the day;
While you sit in yours unmolested
And dream the soft quiet away.
Yes, I know there are little bedsides
Where I must stand watchful each night,
While you go out in your carriage,
And flash in your dresses so bright.
Now, I think I'm a neat little woman,
And I like my house orderly, too;
And I'm fond of all dainty belongings,
Yet I would not change places with you.
No! Keep your fair home with its order,
Its freedom from bother and noise,
And keep your own fanciful leisure,
But give me my splendid boys.
Nixon FoundationVirtually Tour President Nixon's Birthplace
Frank Nixon built this modest farmhouse in 1912 on his family's nine-acre Yorba Linda citrus ranch. The family lived there until 1922, selling the home and the property and moving to nearby Whittier, California to open a grocery market