Musty mornings, clammy clothes
Milky tea, the scent of toast
Salty butter and cinnamon oats
Rubber boots and raincoats<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rain falls onto the freshly cut lawn
Nightshades fade with break of dawn
Morning birds sing their melodies
From the dripping apple trees<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The clouds soon clear the sky for sun
Children are playing, having fun
Catch me if you can they cry
With grass-stained knees, their spirits high<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once the sunburst has begun
The forest steams in the midday sun
The smell of pine is rivaled by
The scent of grandma\u2019s apple pie<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At nightfall the heat dissolves to dew
The hills are tinged in midnight blue
The moon and stars shyly appear
As well as fox and owl and deer<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The log fire\u2019s burning from evening `til night
It\u2019s smokey odor and shimmering light
Radiate safety and comfort and peace
The fragrance puts my mind at ease<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Games are played and stories told
It\u2019s bedtime now for young and old
A smile, a hug, a kiss good night
Still is the English countryside<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Natalie Broadhead is an architect and musician in her fifties who mainly writes song lyrics. Her subjects are mostly about family, relationships, and how to lead a purposeful and fulfilling life. She is a keen reader of English and American literature. Natalie has British roots but currently lives in Switzerland.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n