My Shenandoah Dream

The Spring brings the dream, my Virginia dream, my dream
of the Shenandoah Valley, with its rolling green fields and
brooks that babble with whispers, inviting toes to be tickled
in their soft running free waters. In the air are traces of sweet
things; honeysuckle and apple blossoms, bluegrass and jasmine
mixing together in that southern way that delights the senses
unlike any other pleasantry found on Earth.

I dream of leisurely sitting on a front porch swing sipping an
early morning mug of coffee and watching the mist rise
from a pond just a five minute stroll away. A weeping willow is
dancing its fingers on the pond as a swan and her young
lazily swim by. A dragon fly skims the surface to gather a bit
of moister as fish watch eagerly in hopes for a lingering
hesitation. The coffee is good this morning mixed with honey.

I dream of a cabin built sturdily of logs, plenty big for two and
surrounded by oaks showing off their new green little ones while
enjoying Springs breath that gently blows, leaving to hear a swoosh.
The Winter’s warmth has cooled and left to wither away in the large
stone fireplace. Photographs of love and memories mingle with
house plants filling each room with family and life. I smile when I
hear the piano being played. So sweetly she uses her gift.

I dream of her. She is the air that I breathe, the keeper of my
heart, my comfort, my desire and my passion. She brings to me
joys more than there are stars in the sky or sands on the shore.
She is whom I love. As I marvel at scenes before me, she comes to
say, breakfast is ready. I reach for her hand and draw her to me. She
sits in my lap and we kiss, counting each one aloud as our eyes smile.
She giggles and says the biscuits are getting cold. We kiss again.

I dream of working the garden where there will be sweet corn,
tomatoes and melons, all tenderly cared for so as to enjoy its fruit
at supper’s table. The afternoon brings us walking hand in hand,
she and I, as the wooded beauty inspire our writings and our
camera’s eye. Robins serenade us with their harmony as a cricket
or two add their percussion to complete the song. We both stop and
pray thanking God for this valley’s peace we are so blessed with.

Yes, the Spring brings the dream, my Shenandoah Valley dream.
With eyes closed and heart listening I hear so clearly the Blue Ridge
Mountains, the pastures green, the acoustic chords of Virginia calling
me home. Strawberries and shortcake, freshly pressed apple cider
and so much more awaits me there. I will be on a path crossing a
creek and stop on a footbridge to look into my lover’s eyes, a distant
church bell will toll and I will know that my dream has come true.


My one true dream,
my hope and desire.
I’m dedicated to
its reality. The deram
is my joy.

Just a guy who loves to write; poetry, lyrics, short stories and random thoughts… it is my passion. Photography is my second passion as I love to capture the world around me… to make time stop and to savor a subject forever.

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Comments

  • Susan Isabella  Sheehan
    Susan Isabella...almost 7 years ago

    And if we could but have one more moment…… The fresh love that awaits would never leave….. Excellent….. ~S

  • SharonD
    SharonDalmost 7 years ago

    This is so beautiful Roger.Love it.

  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellalmost 7 years ago

    A delicious dream – this is so lovely and descriptive I could, taste, smell and see it all….

  • Matt Richardson
    Matt Richardsonalmost 7 years ago

    Great writing Rog- well articulated- Oh.. and thanks a lot!! now I’m craving strawberry shortcake)!!! lol.

  • Ushna Sardar
    Ushna Sardaralmost 7 years ago

    its awesome writing Rog!

  • loramae
    loramaealmost 7 years ago

    Roger……I swear I could hear a gentle melody floating thru the air as I relished each and every word…anticipation lives in your eloquent words my friend…worth the wait… :O)

  • Martin Steinbrugger
    Martin Steinbr...almost 7 years ago

    Roger, out of the many things I’ve read from you, I think this is by far the best, this is reminiscent of Mark Twain in your ability to describe the beauty of your imagined surroundings. In my humble opinion this is where your true talent and creative gift lies. This could easily be the foreword to a book about life in a place called “Shenandoah” valley. Great work Roger a pleasure to read!

  • cinderella1225
    cinderella1225almost 7 years ago

    Roger, I loved this…I was totally captivated by your words and descriptions…as if I were getting a peek into your world….You are a terrific writer…very captivating. :-)

  • Arnold Isbister
    Arnold Isbisteralmost 7 years ago

    wish I could be there, sounds so beautiful and enchanting :)

  • Natella2020
    Natella2020almost 7 years ago

    Your personality glows through your work, Roger. Your photos please the eye, but your writing penetrates. You’re very sensitive to detail, and alert our senses to acknowledge and appreciate it. Beautiful work.

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