In The Sylvan Setting Poem by Valsa George

In The Sylvan Setting

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There's nothing like the lovely rustic charm
Exuded by the far flung lush green country farm
Where trees in majesty sweep heaven with their crown
And birds, with celestial music, the surrounding valley drown

Where the air, so pristine and sweet like the forest glade
And Heaven, with rich profusion, bless the country wide.
Where the rural folk in relentless toil, values and pride
With their simple, artless and modest life reside

My senses have ere long etched every sight n' sound
Of that country side wherein my childhood inextricably bound
To those days of bliss, I would like to retreat
And splurge in memories that cascade down in surfeit.

On a beautiful day with the sun shining bright
And the white downy clouds lazily trailing west
We walked down to the creek to catch the silvery fish
And waited for them to come to the surface with a swish

On the rocky bank, breathless as we sat
Looking for the fish, greedily nibbling at the bait
We felt the hook line suddenly going taut
With something from the other end pulling it tight

Of a sudden reflex, as we lifted the rod upright
To our wild uproar, saw a fish dangling and twirling uptight.
"Angling in a brook on a bright sunny day
Is so much fun for the kids", we heard someone say.

We went after dragon flies, by the side of the pond
And all through the fields and the pastures beyond
Meandering our way through vales, chasing butterflies
That, from flower to flower do nimbly flutter by,

We pace up and down, ever eager for the best catch
To carry home that winged thing with no other match
To shut it in a glass jar to survey it close
And watch it splay its wings in resplendent gloss.

Back from school when homework is done,
Quickly, gathering friends, we move as one
To the open ground, beyond the clump of trees
To run and play in the evening breeze

As black birds wing their way across the sky
And the ruddy orb in the west is about to die,
When shadows slowly shrink and shrivel
And the dusky eve spreads a smoky veil,

Only then, demurring, we leave our play
Cursing the elements that Time doesn't stay
Smutty and gritty, homeward, as we plough our way
We promise once more, we would meet the next day.

As hot summer fades and dark clouds gather round,
When east wind scatters dry leaves from the ground,
When elders announce the arrival of an impending shower,
Stealthily, we plan to go swimming in the nearby river.

On stormy nights as we lie, listening to the splatter of rain
Over tiled roof with the clatter of a speeding train
How swift, we drift involuntary to the castle of Slumber
To be lulled asleep by songs of magical tone and timbre!

Now, staying in the mad rush of a steaming city
With people surreptitiously chasing goals so petty
How I miss those yester years that are fled
And yearn for the sylvan paths once more to tread! !

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My idyllic childhood remains an inescapable memory. In the serene back dropp of a peaceful village, in a love filled home, I had a beautiful childhood with my siblings and close cousins when we engaged in all sorts of innocent pastimes and childish adventures!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Anderson 26 September 2012

You warmed my old nostalgic heart with this sweetly flowing, warm and touching rememberance of days bygone.. The title just sets the stage. A greatly enjoyed write

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Valerie Dohren 26 September 2012

Wonderful memories of childhood expressed beautifully.

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Romeo Della Valle 27 September 2012

Fun memories of yesterday! Joyful moments that remain in your mind and heart forever! Beautifully inked and touching! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! Thank you for your valuable comment in one of my poems! God Bless You! Romeo-New York City

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Anita Sehgal 28 September 2012

Thank you.. Your poem has recreated so beautifully the memories of childhood...magnifying the yearnings for the lost days.

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The memoirs of childhood have nothing to match. The sweet part of life is spent when mind is free from the chains of ego, higher education and prejudices of later phase. We know your sweet memories of the idyllic childhood and early teenage to be inseparably our own let known to all here through your better visualisation of things distinct and vivid. ....Past is gone, present is fleeting and future is vague....

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Kesav Easwaran 16 March 2020

A majestic poem born of nostalgic memories. Compelling images through out Valsa. Excellent poetry 10+

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Kumarmani Mahakul 20 November 2018

Now, staying in the mad rush of a steaming city With people surreptitiously chasing goals so petty How I miss those yester years that are fled And yearn for the sylvan paths once more to tread! ! ........so touching and intensive. A beautiful poem so nicely executed. Thanks.10

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Edward Kofi Louis 29 January 2017

Memories of the past! On a beautiful day. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 21 November 2014

Oh! this is simply an extraordinary piece by a phenomenal poetess, so exquisitely crafted with beautiful ornaments made this piece a masterpiece and as eternal as the countryside.....Valsa.......very outstanding...10/10

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Rajendran Muthiah 04 November 2012

A magnificent poem with wonderful vocabulary. New kinds of imagination! The crowns of trees sweep heaven and so many beautiful pictures revive the spirit of the poets who have lost their touch. The poet sits atop of the art of poetry.

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