Woodvine Cottage
Sleeping deep in woods and dales.
Far from farm tracks and hiking trails.
Broad oak trees in woodland shade.
Flickering sunlight on beasts that graze.
Pastures of green by a meandering stream.
The music of skylarks so high on the wing.
A tranquil white cottage appears on the scene.
Hollyhock and ivy cling to its walls.
On a tiny thatched cottage, so sweet and serene.
"Woodvine Cottage" the nameplate says.
As you open the gate on the twisting pathway.
Borders of flowers, all colours and hews.
Add to the beauty with a heady perfume.
"Good morning my dear" a young woman gleams.
As she open the door to the house of my dreams.
My dream is broken, the dream is no more.
I wake from my sleep, untroubled or stressed.
This cottage is mine, my home and my rest.
Peter(Just dreaming)
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