The Summerlands

Written 1994 - part of the evolution of The Hills Where I Go.

No earthbound soul imagines

The fair country where I go

A hidden, secret valley

Where are no tears or sorrow.

 

I am a raven on the wind

A dark, lone bird, but free

For where I go no hurt follows

No shadow touches me.

 

A wanderer, I roam the hills

Beyond beyond I fly

Off to the land where adventures

And purest beauty lie.

 

There from atop the greatest oak

I watch my land grow real

Strength flows from the living earth

Deep within, my wounds heal.

 

I once again run through the grass

Never will I tire

The energy roars through my bones

Like boundless white-hot fire.

 

I travel through the mountains 'round

Majestic in their might

I seek the unknown wonders there

Reveling in my flight.

 

Beneath the forest canopy

I'm hidden from the sun

In this dark, ferny underworld,

I can be found by none.

 

These fay-rings, caverns, cliffs and vales

Are all in my dreams

Where anything is possible

And nothing's as it seems.

 

In this world of wonder

We will never have to part

So come with me my dearest one

To this land of my heart.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Quite a wonderful poem and I loved the ending. Great writing.

[An owl on the moon]

You weave a heaven in your heart's earth... a beautiful place beyond the shadows... This had a mystic voice that seemed to call across time and space. Profoundly beautiful...

[Priscilla Sayers]

An inspiring poem! A hope filled write with all the wonders of nature and her ability to give rebirth to our souls....

[Sheila Kline]

A beautiful world of fantasy is found within your words! It is creative, yet rings with realism of what we would wish to be! A wonderful write with verses to remember!

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

I love this poem so much! I am so glad that you entered it in my contest.