Hideaway Haven.

Skirted by billowing green A cottage stands anciently tall, within Wall after wall of neat chequered field. Dwarfed by the presence of lush lovely land. Green with rurality, nestled it stands. Rolling great vistas fall To a lake where watery mirror takes The eye to the fluffy-white sky, While motion reflects in pattern's great balm Bluey-flecked changes on flat glassy calm. What right in this Eden Has one to imagine harm might befall Such a land.? Here it stands, emblem to all. Did good folk living there, sitting at night At the hearth by the light of flickering flame Imagine it staying the same.? Believing it never would alter by war.? Tough ancestors, hardy, would show Despite fighting, by wielding the plough They gouged their paradise, still blooming now.