The Green Abode


I remember the sounds that old house used to make.. Sounds of old wood and rickity beams.  Sounds that every child fears in the night.  Even animals crawling in the ceiling sometimes.  The windows squeaked and the doors leaked air.  The house wasn’t impenetrable.  There was no security.  There was no need for it because we didn’t fear anything.  Our home was our fortress and our family dwelled inside it as the heart.  Such a place could never be duplicated.  It was a haven and we lived there until we couldn’t anymore.  

Now, being back in the real world, our lives seem stale and sometimes unsatisfying.  The wonder and majesty of our lonely canyon filled all the desire of the soul and the senses.

 I think back to all of the amazing things that I was able to withhold in my time there.  The smells, the sights, the roads unpaved that I walked down.  Creating my own trail and seeing the world in an almost distant manner.  It was bliss and I knew it, but never appreciated it as much as I do now.


  • Author: Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 7th, 2017 00:37
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  • swingline

    Sounds like a much lower life of stress . Where "Simple" can't be stressed enough . And I sense coping with new environs is taxing your everything and you long for those purer days of your childhood .

    • MaddieJ

      Right on the money swingline!! Thanks

    • Tony36

      Great write

      • MaddieJ

        Thank you very much!

        • Tony36


        • Louis Gibbs

          Lovely poem, virago! Thank you for sharing.

          • MaddieJ

            Thanks Louis and you are welcome!

          • MaddieJ

            Just wanted to throw out there that the photo is actually taken by me! @ my secret hideout near my new house.

          • Augustus

            Nicely done. Nice visual.

            • MaddieJ

              Thanks A.:)

            • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

              Must be an idyllic place that makes u express in prose nostalgic way. Yes we don't appreciate things until we lose them.
              Thumbs up.

              Do have a look at my writings But comment only on the one u like best.

              • MaddieJ

                It really was. It was my kingdom! Or something like that..... 🙂

              • Nicholas Browning

                You don't know what you've got until it's gone. Beautiful.

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