Think of pastorale, the divine bucolic. Spenser's Arcadia, Virgil's Eclogues, Theocritus' Idylls: rolling pastures, prancing lambs, satyrs playing pan flutes under fleecy clouds. This is my take on the pleasures of .... the countryside. It's the second poem down: you may have to scroll.
Thanks again to Nth Position for publishing it and "North Hatley" above.