My Babylon

I took a walk down an old dirt road

Pass the oaks and the sycamores

Beyond the well-spring and the old red barn

Across a rushing brook, to my Babylon

 

A small shoreline, the perfect place

To read a book or contemplate

To search my soul for what I miss

Perhaps a song or love’s first kiss

 

A place of hope; a chance to dream

For now, I’ve found some inner peace

A parting smile to leave behind

Knowing this place is forever mine

 

So again, I travel the old dirt road

Past the oaks and the sycamores

Beyond the well-spring and the old red barn

So long, for now, My Babylon

Reviews

[Brian C. Noell]

Wonderful narrative and it filled my mind with natural beauty.

Living on a farm in the middle of a national forest, my escape is only a short walk or horseback ride away. One that I tend to take for granted, so when I read peoples work such as yours...with its narrative and descriptive value of places such as the one you describe here, it makes me take pause and consider how lucky I am.

A simple little piece that is beautifully written and well worded.

[Michey Sharp]

Your writing always takes my breath away and this is no exception...everyone needs a place of solitude and reflection like the one you have painted here!

[Sweet Temptation]

Well done. This piece is very heartfelt, and the visuals are fantastic. I saw through you eyes the beauty of your resting place, that first kiss, the barn, the love, the peace, the passion.. The flow was great and nothing caught my eye, other than the beauty of this piece. Well written. I also love the repetition, it helped set the mood. I'm looking forward to read more of you. **Smile**

[Lola Marie Magnificient]

OH my God this is a beautiful poem! You bring in ordinairy things like the trees and radiate memories and soul into it! I loved it!

[Bella Marie]

Painting a picture in my mind of "Home", where I feel totally free. When I am amongst nature, I can breathe, and contemplate my life.
I loved the first and second stanzas:

I took a walk down an old dirt road
Pass the oaks and the sycamores
Beyond the well-spring and the old red barn
Across a rushing brook, to my Babylon

A small shoreline, the perfect place
To read a book or contemplate
To search my soul for what I miss
Perhaps a song or love�s first kiss

Tis like a lullaby.

Beautiful Sir!

Bella
XXX

[J. Hampton]

Mr Yeary ~

You brought me to an absolute....sigh , on a gritty day back ....after a nice long weekend.
Your imagry comes off like gentle brush strokes on a canvas ...propped up alongside a sunny brook and all.
Reminds me of my Grandmas ....in Summer !!1
Interesting ...the title "Babylon"....as the African Israelite slaves ....waited 400 years to regain...and rebuild Babylon...But it was theres by Gods decree ...inevitably...
A place that is yours in your soul....is a Place indeed.
i really Loved this !!!!!
A " Feel-Good" piece is a great change....so much depressing...angry...or sexually explicit garbage on here .....Thanks for droppin' something serene !!!!

"A place of hope; a chance to dream
For now, I�ve found some inner peace
A parting smile to leave behind
Knowing this place is forever mine " ~ This line is Alllll that !!!


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Blessssssssssssssss

[Memnoch]

WOW what a great poem I liked how you wove this tale into a place where we all go to find peace and quiet. 5 stars and one of my fav's. Thanks for sharring.
Kelley Frost

[Bubo]

A place of hope; a chance to dream
For now, I�ve found some inner peace
A parting smile to leave behind
Knowing this place is forever mine.

I just love the imagary created here, the sense of over whelming peace no matter what the outside world is doing......and all troubles seem so far away when we find somewhere special that is ours.
Can I share with you?!
London holds no escape, but I have a hideaway in the country that always settles my heart and brings me to rest. Home.