In the embrace of rolling hills,

Waddesdon Manor stands.

Turrets touching the sky,

echoes of laughter linger,

the rustling of leaves in the air.

Inside, rooms are cloaked in the past.

Furniture shows elegance,

the air thick with traces of time,

where peace and war intertwine,

a sanctuary that once  existed.

When people were there,

stories stretched like dreams.

They were enchanted,

lost in the beauty of a place

that holds both history and heart.