Magical Place Poem by Douglas McClarty

I had a dream to live near a stream or a river
Surrounded by trees green fields even a bog
Just to get away from the grey smokey town
Not to be smothered by noise and pollution.

I found the place where I would build this dwelling
I would sit on an old rusting gate looking at my field
Hours would pass looking at my patch of ancient land
Wild flowers set in a background of vivid green

On top of the Livery hill the air was still and I could hear
Rippling waters passing by the ancient Celtic raiths
Across the valley the ruins, a monument to life before
The halls the rooms, the pitch pine floors hear no footsteps

The cottage I built now stands in the Livery hills
My dreams fulfilled laid out like a Giants grave
The destination to a searching soul
A place to live out a life of tranquil dreams