sailboats are sleeping in the harbour

as I quietly walk from the shore

where winding paths take me

through fields and flowers

to arrive at my cottage front door

 

it’s a quaint little cottage unpretentiously so

where I feel right at home from the start

the luxury lives in the king’s comfy bed

and warm muffins appear in the ‘morn

 

on the long peaceful days I set off to explore

the gardens that seem to roam free

with old wooden bridges and rustic sculptures

that dance and move in the breeze

 

there are foxglove forests and flowers that bloom

as big and as bright as the moon

and the old water well now tree canopied

makes all of my wishes come true

 

the sheep mind their shepherds asleep in the pasture

as they graze on the green grass of home

and the deer stop to visit while just passing through

on the old wooden bridge to nowhere

 

mama quail entices the babies to join her

as they peep peep from under the stair

while chorus of birdsong fills all the moments

as I sit in my sea viewing chair

 

the evening floats past as I sit near the fire

reliving the peace of the days

but alas time is up and off I must go

relaxed in my body and soul