Of what do I dream?

I dream of the Peaks,

a cosy warm cottage,

for solitary weeks.

 

A welcoming hearth,

and an open fire,

somewhere to sit,

and dream of the ‘shire.

 

A handsome oak bureau,

where I sit and write,

with an old lattice window,

to gaze at the night.

 

An old chiming clock,

to signal the end,

and an old scruffy dog,

as my one faithful friend.

 

Of what do I dream?

I dream of the Peaks,

a cosy warm cottage,

for solitary weeks