There is a place by my home called Rocky Woods. I took a trip over there because it is such a peaceful place and one can be with all the Elements in one place. It’s a very powerful place to kindle a Fire of inspiration. There are picnic tables on the shores of a pond in a clearing of tall pines. It’s a densely wooded area which is protected by the Trustees of Reservations. My fiance and I go there just to be in Nature and relax. We take books to read and our journal. Yesterday was a beautiful day so I decided to pen a poem based on what I observed yesterday at Rocky Woods.
Rocky Woods
The gentle warm breeze tickles the pond
With its little white hats
The water shares an image
Telling a story of the past
The dragonflies dance
Like graceful ballroom dancers
The frogs let their song be heard
Though not to be found
The pines stand tall and proud
A sentry of serenity
Songs of summer bountiful and true
Carried in the winds
To the wise listeners
I have several woods I like to visit near Colchester: Pitchbury (near a Celtic hill fort); and Birch (close to various Celtic archaeology).
If only to live in a land with Celtic roots. That must be awesome.