A warm embrace around our place
For when we feel the need to sit
And contemplate our special space
We’ve planted three magnolias
To satisfy our background glance
Amid arrays of hanging basketry
Where we can breathe in leisure’s trance
We like to call it Camp Composure
Our natural room to point our view
A trickle charge of sweet tranquillity
In twilight trace of mindful dew
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