An Ode to Misty Glen

In the heart of the Hunter in a wee little Glen
There's a romantic place where the mists hide therein

Discovered one winter while sampling some wines
'Twas a heavenly vision surrounded by vines

A cottage was built on the lane down one end
And so too was born our own Misty Glen

Set amongst fifty acres of Wine Country's best
‘Tis the most glorious place to just kick back and rest

You can stroll through the vineyard and hand pick the grapes
or take a horse carriage ride right from the front gates

 Sit back in the cottage and find a quiet nook
To catch up on some reading with a favourite book

Of an evening you can feast from the big barbeque,
and sample the new vintage while we chat – me to you

And watch as the sky becomes scattered with stars
And dream of a life much simpler than ours

Where the pace of the day makes its own time it seems
And where naught rushes by, not even the streams

‘Tis no wonder come time to depart from The Glen
People book their next visit to return once again

To that magical valley where God's harvest grows best
And time takes time out, for its own little rest