Woody House Poem by Valsa George
Woody House
We have a snug retreat far in the woods
Not bigger than a robin’s nest
But cozy and comfy for just two souls
A hide out from the fuss n’ fever of life
It has a small garden hemmed with a hedge
Neatly laid out in décor and taste
And gleaming with refreshing verdure
The haunt of butterflies and honey bees
An ideal place to sneak away now and then
From life’s pressing cares and concerns
Here the air is pristine sans soot and fumes.
A confluence where peace and beauty unite!
Here we break loose the tethers
From the rigid civilities of urban living
Throw away the habits of reserve
And become joyous and free hearted
Sometimes we make an impromptu trip
Sometimes we plan it well in advance
Whatever it be, being here is fun
And enjoy it like a weekend picnic
On some evenings we go gathering
Succulent fruits and wild berries
And roam to the wide stretch of open fields,
Lying furrowed waiting for seasonal crops
More than ever we now seek solitude.
It is in the quiet and not in the noise,
That we are able to plumb life’s depths
That we listen to our hearts’ songs
It is here our souls acquire dove’s wings.
Though time has taken its toll from our bodies,
Though youth and beauty have gone for ever,
Still we walk in the woods with hands clasped!
And this woody joy makes us feel really happy forgetting youth and its beauty.
Youth and beauty lies inside mind, What I think. So It will go when you let you go. A very good experience with poetic thought. I liked reading it.
A sacred place indeed when it affords you a peaceful retreat........Valsa.......far from madding crowd, the soul always seeks to take refuge in such a place like woody house.........great write as ever......
ah, I wonder, why dear Valsaji is found busy with nature these days! Must share with you, they are beautiful in all the sense and dimensions. Truly enjoying its structure, diction, the ambiance and the feel that is permeated all over. Silence itself is true, unnatural, but in its core is mellow and inspiring to find the still hidden profoundness of even human thoughts. We, the man modern, are unlucky, rather cursed with unpleasant noises even in the villages, and our soul yards! ... what to say...you drive home such wonderful feelings. God bless. Rgds.
It is here our souls acquire dove’s wings. Though time has taken its toll from our bodies, Though youth and beauty have gone for ever, Still we walk in the woods with hands clasped! ......touching expression with lofty theme. A beautiful poem with interesting inscription has been incisively delineated. Thanks for posting this gem with us.
Beautiful poem and description of a beautiful place and the feelings it brings.
A nostalgic poem reminding the early heydays and at the same time drawing a beautiful picture of the retreat within the nature and the wood what gives a soothing feeling with the pristine air in the wood
Change is always attractive and if it is a change from the noisy and polluted atmosphere of a cosmopolitan town to a woody house in the forests, it brings glimpses of paradise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 10:20:24 PM # 1.0.0
love the poem love the last line best...what ever old age youth and beauty can stay in your body for ever...I want to book a weeks holiday in your hideaway...regards