Reminisce

Reminisce 

Oh, to go back to the Woodlands.
To the woods that I love so.
That sheltered my first great sorrow.
In that shadowy long ago.

Oh, to go back to the swamplands,
Where the gentle breezes blow.
And the dark waters hide the catfish;
In a place the raccoons know.

I want to go home to a quiet place;
To a soft and gentle breeze.
Where the dew shines just like diamonds,
On tall magnolia trees.

Where the Whip-o-will sings in the morning;
And the honeysuckle grows on the vine.
To kind old Mother Nature,
I took my restless mind.

The quietness of the forest;
Soothed my troubled brain.
I found solace in my sorrow;
In the cool silent rain.

Oh to go back in my sorrow;
To the balm of yesterday.
Where I found sweet peace and comfort;
Alone in the woods to pray.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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December 1, 2021 at 7:51 PM
Interesting. I will research further. Thanx Solomon O-O. shalom, shalom (Anil Deo, South Africa)
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December 1, 2021 at 7:48 PM
Dear Wanda, Su Ben wrote similarly, about solace/sorrows shared in Nature. Coincidence or Truth from above: when humans fail us, "Mother Nature" may comfort like no other. I was touched even by raccoons & honeysuckle (for Magnolia & swamps are more respected for conservation.
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