In a Secluded Wood

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In a secluded wood a lonely house sits

Amongst the trees looking forlorn

Until the winter and the Snow

Light up and relieve all the gloom

Its pathway now covered in a white blanket

And the steps now slippery with Ice

However, its lights glow like a beacon

Causing the whole house to glow

As the smoke pours out from its chimney on high

A white streak going up into the sky

It looks like a picture from a Christmas card

A warm welcome I am sure, would be had inside

To sit beside the raging fires

One in every room

To toast some bread, bake some spuds

A jolly time would be had by all

In fact, I know it would

You see, it’s where I grew up as a child

A house full of love and laughter

Memories never forgotten

As I walk down the lane, the steps remain

But the house is now a ruin

It is such a shame when things come to an end

But sadly time marches on

Moreover, my childhood was long ago

Oh to rebuild it to its former glory

But the pictures I remember

Assure that its lives on forever

  • Author: Owen Robert Cullimore (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2026 04:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a few words of thought
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    A mental metaphor that blends into reality for a house does indeed represent where we lived and our past and childhood. Yet today it is different than it was then and the cobwebs and dust of time have taken it. We can only return to it in memory and maybe it should be that way. Nicely written.



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