Short Country House Poems

To my Moonbeam leaping stag,
box  of  miscellaneous keys two
little shelves your favorite chicken 
salad  with pot of  Lady  Grey tea.
Royal jelly honey-based receipe
all natural retorative  toiletries.
Splendid Summer afternoon
strolling and chatting in the deep 
wicker chair at the old country house....

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Years ago, when my kids were small,
We danced at night and had a ball 
When we were in our country house,
A custom we should all espouse.

Years later, here we are once more,
With grandkids on the dancing floor,
Both moving to the radio,
Their dad just going with the flow.

Of course, their nana joins the fun, 
Her smile the wattage of the sun,
For words cannot describe the joy
Of dance, the grandkids and her boy....

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On a country house walk
Nature grandeur and 'old' money talk
  ...I pretend this is mine !
A day spent in an art gallery
The artist's mindset I see
......I pretend that it is mine !
When I watch the sporting elite
As talent and determination meet
.....I pretend this is mine !
Listening to a Mozart phrase
Understanding genius' ways
....I pretend that they are mine !
When I read wise words
Created to be said and heard
...I pretend that they are mine !...

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Old country house rich colored rugs hot wind
Gallopping hair whipped wildly at his cheeks
Solid double doors  top of stairway  top coat
Mantlepiece  photographs  in ornate frames 
Small  white  dog  head  between  its  paws
China  tea perfect lawn afternoon ceremony
Bowler hat  spirited distinguished  manner 
Smile of  welcome, something  in  his eyes
She trusted his good manners + hospitality
Embraced  the shadowy play of candlelight
Scent of peppermint musk vanilla surprise!...

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My son was raised a city boy
But starting at age five,
We also had a country house;
In both, he seemed to thrive.

Yet he grew up and made his home
In neither one; instead, 
A suburb of New York is where
His family goes to bed.

So it’s a thrill to spend some time
With grandkids in each place
Their father spent his childhood,
Hoping that they will embrace

A little bit of what, perhaps,
Helped shape what made their dad.
I’m glad this opportunity 
Is one that I have had....

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According to my phone, it feels
Like it’s one hundred four.
The heat attacks the minute
That you walk outside the door.

In places where they’ve never
Had to use a/c at all,
There simply aren’t units left
To heed each desperate call.

I have a little country house
Where fans once did the trick,
But in this heat we packed and left,
Back to the city, quick.

So now in my apartment
I am stuck, but I’m no fool – 
I’ve traded in the great outdoors
For someplace nice and cool....

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