A cabin forest surrounded, nature unbounded, running streams
Songs of birds and creek sounded, their music expounded, creation of dreams
Wild flowers grow their naked beauty to show, under a sun's beams
The fury of storms and a fire that warms, inside a wood house of forest cut beams
Three hundred acres or more. ten miles to the store, neighbors a quarter of a mile away
Frogs and crickets at night, stars burning embers bright, birds announce the break of day
The wind sings her song as shadows grow long under the sun's last ray
Painted skies as the sun dies in an artistic multicolor display
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: August 22nd, 2026 03:20
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Nature in its beauty
Thank you Norman for the review and comment it is home to me.
most welcome friend, much enjoyed
This is a beautiful well crafted write Sorenbarret π
I felt like I was there. Top notch imagery and rhyme.
- Syd π
Thank you Syd for the review and gracious kind remarks they are most valued
The cradling feels so real ππ»ποΈ
Thank you so much my good friend it is in fact where I am living and have for the past few years.
Most welcome, dear Soren ππ»ποΈ
A poetic celebration of the peace and freedom found in natureβs embrace.
Thanks so much Soheil indeed it is my muse and place of residence for the past two years, my Walden Pond.
You are very welcome. That is truly beautiful. It sounds as though you live in a place that has not only inspired you but has also become deeply woven into your life and sense of home.
Yes Soheil nature is my home as it is for all of us
Being close to nature is a wonderful gift.
Ah, I wouldn't mind being there my dear sorrenbarret I wouldn't mind being there at all. πΉ
Thank you Teddy your review is deeply appreciated and your words most valued. It is quiet and nice my friend.
What a beautiful escape, Soren. The scenery, solitude, and passing hours create a place that feels both untamed and deeply protective...somewhere I could gladly remain. Beautifully done, my friend. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Thanks so much Tristan some might call it a retreat I call it home for the past two years the same time Thoreau spent at Waldon
Good write SB. KP don't see these sights cos she's too busy being on TV, radio, in the papers, magazines, etc. lol. Well, she see enough sights of old trouts - she just looks in the mirror! lol.
Thanks so much Orchi. Yes one has their choices as to what to pay attention to. I appreciate your comment my friend made me smile
Sounds so Idyllic. Where do I sign-up?
A fave.
Thanks so much for the read and kind words just lucky I guess
Very. π²π³ππ
Guessing this is you, Soren - don't disappoint, please.
(Too well writ to be anywhere else...)
Thanks Dave you guessed it, it is where I live and have for the past couple of years. Playing a little Waldon Pond. I appreciate the read my friend.
This so beautifully written and melodic...
Thank you so much for the review and most kind words they are appreciated
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