I really don't know if these are any good. I sometimes fancy 'em, in certain humours. The author's always the most prejudiced, either positively or negatively. Not quite happy with this, it may not be done. Partly inspired by Wind in the Willows, which I've been reading like a bible each day.
Let us dream not of diamonds and silks
But sit by the fire
Feet wrapped high in blankets
Eating bread with honey, butter, and milk
Drinking tea and appreciating the finer things of life:
A hearth, a home
A small plot to roam about
Paper to write upon
Nature to hear
Open skies
Crashing waves
There is the world
On your doorstep
Pull back the door, lean in the frame
and gaze out
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