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 ~
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