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!