Peaceful Woods
These woods are lovely-
An island of peace and tranquil delight.
Over the hill, a highway rushes by…
And people hurry, hurry- both day and night.
A quiet place
Where cares can fall away,
Where one can be refreshed and at peace...
A place where the toils and cares of life can be forgotten
In a world where troubles never cease.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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