Tucked away in the edge of the trees
Roses round the door
The old greyish thatched roof
A haven for small birds and little things
The old couple who lived there always had a smile and a kind word
They didn't have much else living on just their pensions
I used to walk past there and always there would be the aroma of fresh baked bread
A home made pork pie cooling on the window ledge
Occasionally as a kid I would go round and feed their chickens
Collect the eggs
My reward a home made cake and a mug of sweet milky tea
As they grew older and more frail
I would dig over their vegetable garden
And saw a few logs
But that old man was fiercely independent and still insisted
On doing much of the work himself
Then one wet foggy day I saw the ambulance heading to the cottage
He had collapsed and died near the front door
Natural causes they said
The old lady died just two days later
That old couple had been together for more than seventy years
Together in life and wouldn't be separated by death

Of fake love a woman won't accept, she requires a genuine intent
The true heart will obtain her rapport, lasting is its thatch of intent

Oft the so called chivalrous knight, rides into a woman's soul
Yet he has nowt to offer, within him there's implausible intent

A false illusion he portrays, this stage act is the one that he'll play
The mislead lady so distraught, on recognizing the ill of his intent

Bespeaking love's honor, can only be voiced by a gentleman
He'll always have a princess by his side, this be kosher in intent

A man who practices fraud, shall never abide in a lady's fondness  
Of a duper's treachery, there is but the ides of ruinous intent

within the lunar and stellar
landscape's terrain
the dreamer shall reach
a marvelous domain
an infinite amount of possibilities
live in this plain
journeying to its wonderland
our ultimate refrain

children we can be
in the ginormous playground
we'll giggle at all
the amusements that are found
there will be lots
of entertainments e'er around
plenty of happiness will reside
on its merry go round

this though has grabbed
many a child's attention
to take a magical carpet ride
to a celestial dimension
we adults recall the fantasy
of its inception
our young hearts filling
with joy's cheery invention

the inner child breaths
in our mind's eye
sometimes it likes to fly
like a kite on high
in this amazing realm
dreams never die
their potentiality lifts us
with a sparkling spry