my own paradise

 

 

      

This house in the country
So tranquil and tall
Is encircled by orchards
And a white-washed stone wall.
Listen how sweetly the birds
Mid the leaves, they do sing
As the breeze makes the branches
So gently to swing!
‘Neath a near cloudless sky
I love to weed and to hoe
As next Autumn’s harvest
I so lovingly sow!
And it’s here I find comfort
From the World’s prying eyes
As I live quite contented
In my own Paradise!

2005