Wrapped in the warmth of a summer's afternoon
Where lush grows the fields that cows roam and graze
Oblivious to the beauty of fresh daisies that nestle near
And hedgerows that proffer fat juicy berries
The lonely lane that bids me welcome and seeks me
Quaint chocolate-box image of olde England
Where bygone days meet meadows and cobbles
Cottages of mellowing stone draped with wisteria
Masterly thatcher's hands hewn the roof from bales
Calloused fingers nimble to the touch batten tight
Riotous gardens beam with colour of marigolds
Roses in coy bud and emerald ivy creeps
My dreams enveloped by a white picket fence
Children's squeals chase birds from the branch
Parasols glisten with the charms of the sun
Bathed contentment of late summer's day