RETURN TO THE HILLS (Sonnet for My Keith, and Our Little Blue Cabin in Ohio’s Hocking Hills)
by Marie Elena
How many years have you and I come here
To seek a respite from demands of time?
We listen long as birdsongs echo clear,
From porch swing’s nest, to hills we dare to climb.
We had to leave behind our getaway,
As pressures of life’s urgencies took charge.
This season rendered cabin dreams “someday,”
But pressing needs no longer loom so large.
We’re homebodies (both you and I), and this,
Our quiet cabin nestled in the pines,
Feels so like coming home, it’s simply bliss –
This space where life and harmony align.
I’ve seen these hills with no one else but you.
There’s none with whom I’d rather share this view.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
pictured words 
Very well written, Marie. Susan and I (and some friends) are here — in the Hocking Hills — now. I know we’re not going to be ready to leave this peaceful place come Sunday afternoon. We’ll have to come back again when we can stay longer. ~David
So glad you could go! And yes, it is so lovely and peaceful. Enjoy! I know you will! AND I will want to see pics. Give Sue a hug for me, k?