My Chalet

A chalet somewhere far away
Where the seasons beautifully 
Quaint and calm without  
An escape from all this 
horrid madness
Fields with flowers that 
grow free
Honeysuckles that taste 
oh so sweet
Trees to climb and books 
to read
No one to tell me it's 
time to sleep
A fireplace that crackles- 
windows that open
Bluebirds that don't know 
where they're going
A bountiful garden that 
I will nourish
And every summer watch it 
If you want to talk you'll 
have to write me
And if you dare to visit, 
I'll greet you kindly 


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