I dwell in a paradise far from the crowds
On a green hill set in misty clouds
Surrounded by forest with clear mountain streams
In a hollow where I planted my dreams
Papaya, bananas, grapes
Purple red and white hang as arbor drapes
Siriguela, oranges and tangerines
Yellow lemons and juicy nectarines
Guava, persimmons, inga, plumbs and lime
Starfruit, jabuticaba, avocado tastes sublime
Outback a garden of lettuce, cabbage, celery and potatoes
Bell peppers, cucumbers and tomatoes
My only visitors are the birds
Awakened each morning to their singing and spoken words
Toucans, humming birds, painted buntings and dove
Blue and green finches, birds of love
Night time serenade of cicadas, crickets and frogs in the creeks
As dusk falls and the night speaks
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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Sounds idyllic my friend
Thanks so much Norman for your read and kind words they are as always most appreciated. I like it here, it is very peaceful.
Just the place to write, always welcome
How some folks are forced to suffer in this world, Soren; I'm so sorry. I'm sure that if you approached the right authority, they would find you a cozy little flat halfway up a tower block which would give you access to all the city's wonderful attractions below.
That is what I love about ya Dave always lookin out for me. Have to say I never was a city guy crowds drive me nuttier than I already am. If ya think I\'m BSing about this place it is all true although if you were here you would tell me from your point of view it was idealized. When I first came to the site you asked me to put in some poems that told about life experiences and who I was. Yesterday a bit about me, today where I live, tomorrow another past experience. Thanks so much for the read my old friend so good to have ya stop by.
Sounds like an orchestra fit for a king. Such magnificent imagery I felt I was with you. 🌹
All the surburbinites are googling where this place is, and packing their bags as we speak.
Mind you, the ferals would soon turn it into the dump they just left.
I would keep this place to yourself.
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