The Humble Abode

By Ron Frisbey

Come in from the cold and take a tour of the cozy wayside inn nestled snugly on the hillside, overlooking Lake Willowmeer. Ron Frisbey, the proprietor of The Humble Abode, welcomes you to get comfy and enter his world of dragons, wood nymphs, dreams, and nature.

The Humble Abode is a collection of poetry spanning 20 years.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781387944231

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Ron Frisbey

The Humble Abode

First published by Laurie Frisbey 2022

Copyright © 2022 by Ron Frisbey

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You can’t depend on your judgment when your imagination is out of focus.

—Mark Twain

Contents

The Humble Abode

The Dragon

The Dragon: A Prequel

The Dragon in the Stars

The Field of Trees

Crystal Tears

Autumn

Just a Little Ditty

A World Apart

Dreams of a Stargazer

Dreamscapes

My World

Nature’s Message

Reality

A Kind Word

Through a Child’s Eyes

Happiness

Simple Things in Life

By the Fire’s Light

Life

Books

Marines

Time Enough

Noises in the Night

A Winter’s Path

On the Ice

Spring’s Dawning

The Forest Child

The Kiss So Tender

The River’s Path

The Tree of Life

Winter

Autumn’s Canvas

Climbing High

River Spirits

The Bench

The Forest Gods

The Log In the Forest

The Sound of One Hand Clapping

The Tree

Today is Yesterday and Tomorrow

A Winter’s Day

Battered Edges

The Path

The Sweet Spot

A Winter’s Morning

Leaves of My Soul

The Winding Path

Souls Entwined

Memories

The Tarn

Visions of the Sea

Whispers From My Soul

Shadows of My Soul

Ghosts in the Wind

Reflections in the Glass

Footprints in the Sand

The Humble Abode

This is a description of how I envision my portfolio and where it would be situated if it were a place where readers and writers and poets came to relax and enjoy themselves. So loosen your grip on reality and let your imagination focus clearly. Your judgment will prevail, I am sure, as you find yourself transported to The Humble Abode, a cozy wayside inn nestled snugly on a hillside within The Field of Trees.

No one ever knows exactly how they arrive on the road from nowhere. It just seems as if they drift off to sleep and then there they are. The sign on the side of the road next to the covered bridge says The Sparkling Brook and you look down the country lane to see a beautiful stream wandering through the plains. Farther along, as you ride warmly along in the horse drawn sleigh, wrapped tightly in blankets, snow gently falling, you come to a sign saying Welcome to the Field of Trees.

The sleigh slides easily through the snow as you are brought to the doors of a rustic, comfortable-looking wayside inn with a sign over the door with the words The Humble Abode in broad letters. A giant oak tree stands tall with branches spread wide out in the yard and the name The Wandering Oak slips knowingly from your lips as you look out upon the ice-covered Lake Willowmeer that is the Sparkling Brook as it pools up within The Field of Trees. The Whistling Wind speaks your name softly as it rustles through the leafless limbs of The Wandering Oak and you look around for the whippoorwill but he has settled in for his wintry rest.

A sign on the door states clearly to wipe your feet please as you enter and leave your shoes by the door. A comfy-looking bench sits off to the left as you shake off the cold and kick off your shoes. An elderly man is sitting there with a book open and reading with a glint of enjoyment in his eyes. The clerk takes your baggage as you look around the lobby. People of all ages are sitting in chairs or scanning the books on the shelves. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee is in the air, mixing with the aroma of baked bread and stew cooking in the kitchen.

As you follow the clerk, he takes you through the main room where there are more books and a few large padded chairs and couches placed for your convenience. A fire burns warmly in the fireplace and the most comfortable-looking chair in the room sits empty, looking out the main window above the lake. You wonder why as you are led towards the stairs to the living level and your room.

The stairs are broad and easy to ascend with a solid railing and high ceiling. The rooms are large and roomy with a nice large bed and a desk for writing and, of course, books along the walls. A small basin and a pitcher of warm water sits awaiting you on a table in the corner as the clerk brings in your