WOODLANDS FOR SALE
I dare to dream my favourite dream
And I see my Holy Grail
Whenever I pass the sight of a sign
That says "Woodlands for Sale".
By a West Country road or Scottish loch
It offers a personal heaven,
A refuge from a tiresome world
In the highlands or dappled Devon.
I drive on by yet always look back
As the green hued mansions pass,
Their secret pathways tempting me
With promise of untrod grass.
Who has not dreamed of a private place,
A refuge from life's dull toil -
A haven from this demanding world...
Returning to root and soil?
So I dream on with that in mind
And in dreams I do not fail,
Sighing softly each time I see
A sign: "Woodlands for Sale".
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Jon
Wed 24th May 2017 20:37
Lovely poem....I've recently moved back up North from Devon. So idyllic down there. We can all dream of owning a nice space in such places can't we?
(Thanks also for comments on Caravan Holiday ? )
Jon