my family used to visit
an old bachelor
who lived in a cabin
surrounded by birch trees.
we followed
a magical path
through a sunlit woodland
of white and yellow-green
a neon adventure
his cabin walls
were pine
and lined with books
his piano
carefully placed
in the middle of
the room
his name
was everett
a cultured man
but i was too young
to appreciate that
being so enchanted
by the forest
i hardly remember
anything else
You have given the reader a feast of beautiful images and a wonderful meaning, Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I spent a lot of my younger years hiking the forests and mountains, so I know exactly what you feel...well done!