Where Our Dreams Never Die

I picture a place, a place filled with peace, Where happiness realm's, and a warm summer breeze... A little blue house, matching barn on the side, Trimmed all in white, and fresh laundry on the line... On the front porch a swing, to notice the view, Of country-side wonder and our dreams coming true... A white pickett-fence, keeps the chicken's inside, And a house in the oaktree, for the children to hide... On the window sill in the kitchen, there is two pies, set to cool; And at the table there is dinner, where we're still getting full... In the den, there is a place, for a warm-burning fire, To read stories to our children, before we retire... On the doors no locks are needed, for no harm there resides, It is where happiness ponders, and where our dreams never die...