POEM: Summertime

I love spending my summers in the cottage country.
Quiet days and nights and weekends at the cottage.
Everything is so green here,
That the cottage itself can barely be seen from the street.
Completely hidden from indiscreet eyes,
Protected all around by a natural fortress of tall trees
That are like loyal guardians
Whose mission on earth is to safekeep my joyous days inside the magic circle,
And who won’t let anyone bother me from outside.
Campfires keeping me company every night.
The bright flame dancing in the pit.
Crickets singing.
Silly roasted marshmallows laughing out loud and having fun with me.
Beer partying with me.
Bright stars shining high up in the sky.
Reading book after book after book.
Browsing with leisure through fashion magazines.
Watching my favorite movies.
Sleeping till la...