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The Clearing

Rusted tin roof, tall thick pillars,
and those old pinewood floors
I will live inside so securely,
Surrounded by trees I've grown so tall,
There's no way to see in, either way,
My neighbors will be few and far between
Swallowed by the hills,
and the vast sea of green.
We could watch our lives unfurl
Because we will have escaped from the world

There will be just two of us,
a woman by my side
Ill find her somewhere
Somewhere on this blue planet earth,
We'll Smoke tobacco and plant seeds
Naked as the day we were birthed
Happiness? yeah,
We'll have everything we need
We can sit back, relax
and we'll watch our lives unfurl
Because we will have escaped from the world.

I envisioned visions of a shanty
An abode, a shack, a home;
With a swinging front porch chair
and rough bush to roam
A place I can put my feet up
cover my face with my hat
Have the girl of my dreams sit atop my lap
We could sit there forever
And we'll watch our lives unfurl
Because we will have escaped from the world.
— Bosscombat, Apr 20, 2009

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Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 1 month ago

You almost have escaped into

You almost have escaped into your poem, I like this it has a warmth and charm, I think you must be a nice person to know. If it is yourself good luck to the finding of your place of escape and your love. Yours Ann of Norway
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Bosscombat

17 years 1 month ago

Hey Ann

Thanks alot for your comment! warmth and charm? hehe tell that to the ladies I meet :P the place of escape isn't far for any of us but having the ability to swallow our pride to go there and do it is another story thanks again! BossCombat
Tonya

Tonya

17 years 1 month ago

Sounds like a wonderful

place. I agree with Ann. Please tell me, are there such places left? At some point we all have to deal with the world, for people and circumstances will not let us shut it/them out for long. Perhaps for a weekend, or a long vacation. This poem reminds me of what things must have been like for pioneers. Only yourself and your spouse to depend on each other. A hard life, but rewarding and a closeness that bound them together.(which in many cases is in sad lack of in todays world) Ahhhhh, the excellence of dreaming can be found in your words Boss. I like the day-dreaming quality, the picture of contentment and the repeat of your last lines in each stanza. Very nice. Always Sincere, Tonya
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 1 month ago

Boss...

I think you've been spying on me... lol... this sounds very much like where I live. There is only one way in, and not too many choose to come down the scary drive-way, and those that do, usually know us. Loved the closeness to nature felt within this write, it is exactly the way I feel when I look out my window. enjoyed your write very much! Richard