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In my cottage
I feel safe
A cosy winter hideaway
Is my kitchen Snug and warm with Coffee pot, and breakfast tray

In winter time
I stay for hours
Because its far
from winter showers
Wiith wooden table
White painted chair
There's lots of fruit and flowers 

To the other rooms
The door is closed
It's In the kitchen
I will remain
And look outside
to see the garden grow
And watch the winter rain or snow

In summer the door
Is open wide 

Then it feels like I'm outside

And  part of the garden

The grass is my rug
the trees my wall
There's the fountain and waterfall

The birds fly down
From lofty trees
While at the  kitchen table  I sit and read                           

birds fly down

To Hop on the garden table
And gather up the seed.

Gill Burrell