Message In Stanza

Poetry and Musings

I love the little things in life

The way the windchimes

Drone in the summer night

Fusing noise with the bullfrogs

That’s was my little paradise


I had a house in a small town

Behind it was a bayou

Those summer days were serene

And the sights that accompanied it

A big channel of murky water

Flowed behind us

With snakes and alligators


Katy has changed so much

When I visit the noises are replaced

By car noises and dogs barking

I miss the quiet solitude

It’s so hard to find these days


I know change is inevitable

But let me hold on to the memories

Of seeing rice fields and old run down mills

The relics are always embedded in my heart

When I visit, I’ll try to look for clues of the past

(C) Carly Wiggins 2018






3 thoughts on “The Small Town I Grew Up In

  1. Dear Carly

    I understand you very well when you miss such quiet place surrounded by mother nature. Sometime I go to the summer cottage and it is quiet there that you only can listen to the birds, the waves of the lakes, the wind rushing through the leaves and far and wide noone – even on this big lake: no boat – noone – there my soul gets food and refreshes from the every day life.
    Have a great time, my friend

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    1. Carly says:

      Amen! I love the serenity of the lake. Do you go often?

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      1. As the summer cottage is nearly 400 km from here, I usually go there about 4 -5 times a year and enjoy the peace of the nature.
        From heart to heart

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