Country Girl
We both adore the country.
We moved here from the town.
We made this wild garden
once we’d cut the forest down.
There was just a muddy stream here,
that we had to have diverted,
and the quaintest little chapel
that my husband got converted.
It makes a lovely summer house
since we took the end wall out,
and fitted those new windows
I was telling you about.
It was covered in funny pictures,
very old and badly done.
I think the way we’ve painted it
bright pink is rather fun!
We built the house entirely
from the local stone,
and those funny little roof tiles
cost a fortune on their own.
But the barking of the foxes
disturbs me in the night
and all the birds start chirping
as soon as it gets light.
Every year about this time
the kitchen swarms with frogs
and those horrid leggy spiders
keep frightening my dogs.
So we’re packing up and moving
to a penthouse in the city.
I’m leaving all the garden gnomes,
although they’re rather pretty.
I’ll rather miss my wellingtons.
They make me look the part.
It’s such a shame we’re moving.
I’m a country girl at heart!
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