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The Red Rolling Hills
Amidst the forest so rich and red
Where sprightly black squirrels
hide ripe acorns that fall overhead
A old charming cottage can be seen,
windows glinting in the still breeze.
The garden blooms, lush fragrant flowers, colors bright, bold, oh, what a show, a peaceful refuge for restful hours,
Where troubles cease to grow.
The owner of this rural scene,
A gentleman of modest grace,
Spends his days tending to the green,
And reading in the cooling shade.
His evenings are spent in the halls,
With music and laughter all around,
As he enjoys the company of all,
With wit and charm so abundant.
So here's to this simple abode,
Where happiness and peace abound,
A place where life's true treasures are knowed, And joy and contentment can
be always found.
© Charles Kemp
Where sprightly black squirrels
hide ripe acorns that fall overhead
A old charming cottage can be seen,
windows glinting in the still breeze.
The garden blooms, lush fragrant flowers, colors bright, bold, oh, what a show, a peaceful refuge for restful hours,
Where troubles cease to grow.
The owner of this rural scene,
A gentleman of modest grace,
Spends his days tending to the green,
And reading in the cooling shade.
His evenings are spent in the halls,
With music and laughter all around,
As he enjoys the company of all,
With wit and charm so abundant.
So here's to this simple abode,
Where happiness and peace abound,
A place where life's true treasures are knowed, And joy and contentment can
be always found.
© Charles Kemp
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