A Place To Grow

Deep in the forest, in an airy glade Majestic in form, away from the shade And hidden from view by a holly cloak Maybe still stands a solitary oak A childhood haven that I used to know A place for dreaming and a place to grow With pencil and notebook I’d sit and write From early morn ‘til the night stole the light Those were the days when my friends were the trees Where I learned to climb and to skin my knees It was there that I formed my bond with words Wrote poems of mountains and lakes and birds Now I’m a man, and my words have grown too I write about love and friendship and you ~