Dream world

It was a piece of land
In my Godfather's family.
A huge forest around a lake.
He and his wife owned most of it.
Total quiet year round.
The main house sitting near
The seldom traversed road
The guest house closer to the shore.
We'd go there in the Summer.
We'd go fishing or for long walks in the woods,
Picking berries, eating half,
The other half for the pies.
It was an age of discoveries,
And no worries. Total freedom.
For my birthday my Godfather
Gave me my first Atlas.
So I sat in the row-boat,  sailed the seas
And visited many continents.
I travelled the world while remaining
In that wonderful Dream World.