Fireplace in the Woods
Placing Fire in the Woods
Is there a place out in the woods
Where worries, annoyances, nuances burn?
Where frustration returns to a state of faith?
Where certain things go the way of the wraith?
Is there a place out in the woods
That allows a bird to perch, a fawn to yearn?
That allows a safe haven from mankind’s madness?
That returns to the time of little childhood sadness?
Is there a place out in the woods
When peace and rest are finally earned?
When no further generation must foot the bill?
When endless noise ceases and time stands still?
Tommia's Tablet 
This one is magic. I love it!
Thanks! (smile) It may or may not have a slight Atkinson slant to it, who knows… (smile).
Delightful.
Thanks.
Loved the last four lines. If there were only were such a place. Nice poem.
Thanks.
just beautiful Tommia, when I find it, I’ll take you there. 🙂