Ode to the country house

With its vista’s so true

The wide open spaces

Of its southwesterly view

Clean and uncluttered

Without a pretence

Holds on to its nature

Within its silence

Tracks of the wild

Tread over the grounds

Munching and stomping

With such thundering sounds

Paradise in the country

So far from the fray

A place that holds dreams

That get lived every day