When I was a child, I had many dreams
My Enchanted Forest nourished them.

I'd run through the woods, listening to their secrets.
My awe of nature abounded, when I considered the beginning.
A lively creek bubbled and bounced its way through the forest. The creek and I were very dear friends, but it died soon after I grew up and left. That makes me sad.
Sometimes, I've returned, to look through the window of the home that made my enchanted forest possible. Some dreams that were born there have lived, while others have died....
....just as my house is in the pangs of death.
Yet, I wouldn't trade this place of enchantment, full of childhood memories, for all the world.


Comments: 37
I could feel the wonder as I read along!! What a great photo essay; rich with the fragrance of yesteryear's memories and a heritage that will last through eternity. *I love the picture of you at the window... reflecting. Beautiful!
Beautifully done photo essay.
It portrays sadness for the decay of the years, yet such joy at the memories it holds.
*I have featured this at BARB L.
The photos and contemplative words have a smooth, gentle poignancy to them. I can image the mood and the life as one would wander and wonder through this forest. This is a memory full of youth, longing and breathless vision.
Thanks for sharing this.
I really enjoyed it this morning.