As the train chugs on, I can't help but dream,
Of Highermoor Farm, a place serene.
Nestled in Weymouth, a countryside retreat,
Where nature's beauty and peace meet.

I imagine the rolling hills, lush and green,
The scent of wildflowers, a tranquil scene.
Animals grazing, their contentment clear,
A place where worries and stress disappear.

Highermoor Farm, a haven of tranquility,
Where life's pace slows, with simplicity.
I long to arrive, to feel the fresh air,
And immerse myself in the peace that's there.

Soon the train will pull into Weymouth's embrace,
And Highermoor Farm will be my happy place.
With open arms, it welcomes me in,
A slice of paradise, where joy begins.