At Home in the Cotswolds

Over a trodden bridge quietly strolling a village olden.
Contentment breathes among its own creation golden.
Oh, to live in England harmoniously given to pastoral site.
Climb the hills and walk the valleys commiserate the night.
Then old-world charm bid come take your evening tea.
Enchantment weaves the soul set free now relax with me.

Poem
Beverly Hooks