Little Place in the Woods

Home can be many things to many people. It can be a place or a state of mind. It can also be many things to the same person!

My home is in the wilds
In the most deliberately remote corner
Of a winding road of gravel
Off a winding road, barely paved

-And that off a highway having no excuse for itself at all,
Headed nowhere
Where hope and frivolity combine
There is where I live

On the edge of reason,
Near the verge of ambiguity
A ridiculous but happy home
It has a reason for its being

Laugh at me, chide me
Deride me for it if you must
I was not cause nor responsible party
For it devolving into ruin and dust

But here in the cool of evening
As Fall settles in the air
I sit in the driveway and ponder
From here I will go where?

Reviews

[Tina Louise UK]

For some reason this made me not think of a literal place but a state of mind. It's kinda where mine is at now...interesting piece :) x

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

As it turns out, you are both right! It is an actual place, but also a state of mind for me. It is my sanctorum.

[Tom]

Sounds like a wonderful retreat!

Nicely conveyed into words !

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

Thank you very much! It is a calm and focusing retreat for me.