my dream

a short poem of my dream way of life. Rather romanticised.

My dream future is

To quietly, calmly live 

Within a canvas tent

In an ancient woodland

Id whittle my days away

Selling the craft I make

To pay my way in life

Id be happy like that

A fire to cook over

An allotment for my food

Maybe catch a rabit or two

To make myself a hearty stew

Maybe Id meet a girl

As eccecntric, as differnt as me

Who'd share my life

In our woodland home

We could build a lodge

Out of logs and hard labour

If a family did come along

There we'd spend the rest of our days

Author's Note

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[ANTO]

It is romanticised but if you cant pen something like this on such a day as this, when can you?
I love the sentiment in this - its quite beautiful.
Thanks for sharing Phil. :)

[phil]

Thank you very much. Always nice to hear positive things.