Retirement to the Country

A house in the country can so easily seem
The route to contentment, a wonderful dream.
Waking to birds singing out on the trees,
The sweet scent of grass wafting round on the breeze;
Bright honeysuckle surrounding the door,
Bold coloured rugs on a polished wood floor.
A cosy log fire with its cheerful red flames,
The chance to enjoy all those old indoor games;
Walks in the country, whenever it's fine,
Leisurely meals with good food and nice wine;
It sounds so idyllic to those city-bred,
Whose knowledge extends just to what they have read,
And look with nostalgia on simple lives past,
And hope in retirement to live them at last
But reality's often quite different to dreams,
They may find that country life's not all it seems.