Garden Home Poem by Barry Middleton
Garden Home
The ancient gods bequeath to me
the woodlands of infinity.
A garden fills my last desire,
a shadowed glen, a peaceful fire.
And in that cove a cottage waits,
beyond decrees or evil fates.
And ever blooming roses grow,
where tranquil breezes gently blow.
Then in that heart of mystery,
my love at last returns to me.
Again our passion burns within,
restoring all that might have been,
And there we share a secret place,
to bask through time in its embrace.
Our bond with the nature is so strong.The love you feel for the nature is always reciprocal.Nature never betrays you.It is waiting your love to give it back to you.You painted it, that feeling, so nicely, dear Barry.
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4/19/2024 3:52:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem secreting a rare sense of serenity! Such quiet and peaceful life in a home surrounded by flowers is my dream too. Incidentally, I too have written a poem expressing the same sentiments in a poem- My Woody House and my latest poem An Island Hut
Thank you Valsa. I grew up in a place like the images in the poem. I dream of going back but only death will take me there. I will look at your poems.