The path taken less often than I should,
This tranquil track through a nearby wood.
A spot with trees for walls
Where sunlight through the branches falls.
An oasis from the urban din
I find a quiet place within.
An inner space where the heart can be still,
A peaceful spot on this wooded hill.
The path to the road ascends.
A cloud of gloom on me descends.
I must return to this rented land
Where advertising hoardings stand.
A world where empty vessels make most noise,
And people play with broken toys.
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“The Path Through the Wood” can be found in my collection, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind”, which is available in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.com/Lost-labyrinth-my-mind-Morris-ebook/dp/B01AF5EPVY/.
The poem was inspired by my walks through Spa Woods, an ancient area of woodland which I am lucky enough to have very close to my home. You can find out about Spa Woods here, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spa_Wood.


WOW. Excellent Kevin.
Thanks so much Gabriela. I’m delighted you like my poem. The photographs where taken by my friend Henry (the sculptures have been there for around a year now). Best, Kevin
My pleasure Kevin. I love the entire post. It’s beautiful 🌷
Thank you!
🙂
The poem is magnificent and you look wonderful, Kevin! Seeing your smile made me happy.
Best wishes,
Veronica.
Thank you so much for your wonderful comment Veronica. I’m delighted that you like my poem and really pleased that seeing my smile made you happy. I’m smiling now due to your lovely comment. All the very best, Kevin