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!
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A lovely description of a sacred place! Away from the noise, away from the race! Wonderful! A+
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
The quiet times are full of the meaning of life in it's beautiful essence, of standing still and listening to our innermost thoughts, that inspire us to seek a sanctuary to off load the stress of our busy lives! I love this serene and superb write!