My Space

A very special place, beautiful, magical and withdrawn, It's happy and content, never sad and forlorn, I imagine to portray it's perfection will be tough, No matter how hard I try I can't seem to get enough. With fields and woods, ponds and ditches, A stone house, a tower a courtyard that bewitches, With oak, ash, beech, willow, wild plum, crab and fir, I lie down with holly, box, yew and hazel, I purr. An orchard, a walled garden and a small chicken coup, Kestrels that hover, ravens that bark and swallows that swoop, Foxes, hares, rabbits and deer. The sun, the moon, the sky, cloudy or clear. But most of all when I stumble to bed, I feel cocooned in tranquility from my toes to my head, A sensation of floating, suspending in the air, My paradise, relaxation, serenity beyond all care.