A day comes.. which comes in life,
Once or more but not so often,
When the thirst of a man..
A man yearning for peace and solace,
Finds resort in the mystique…
Where the wings of freedom and joy leaps unbound,
Perspiring thoughts of Pride and Prejudice…
And chimney soots…
So did I feel when I trod past Pelling Woods!
“The land of hidden paradise”..they did say,
And unbelievably so,
So much explored yet so much to be!!
The trees of the deep have much to relate,
These silent spectators to the great happenings,
Of great kings, people and dynasties,
Of War and Peace…
And above all – Of love and lovers of late!
The once saddled roads- witnesses of the forgotten past,
Are still but an open book…
Shifting our thoughts down memory lane,
Now of unknown fame!!
The beats of beatles and the singing birds,
In the wrath of Autumn, with free falling leaves…
Echoing in tones unknown,
Add melodies exquisite for atmosphere requisite!
The ruins of the palace standing atop in free spirit,
Looks upon the hill…
The woods and the settlement below!
Now all alone against tides of fury and ice,
Whispers in pure delight…
Encroached upon are weeds, grasses, ferns and thorns,
Alone- Moaning calm and quiet…
A saga retold!!
Once gone through the phase,
A bliss of solitude is encarved,
Deep- Very Deep in the heart and soul,
Beckoning once and more,
And one can’t help but visit again….
THE GREAT PELLING WOODS!!!