Paul Schneiter Poet Rhyme

Across the River

There's a place I'm longing to go
Just across the river where finches fly.
It's a paradisiacal spot I alone know
Where the real me is ever standing by.

I've held it close for years and to spare.
It has consumed most every thought.
There's a willow-arched thicket there
Just across the river that time forgot.

The ground is gentle, soft, and sweet.
It seems to know this place is mine,
And it yields lovingly beneath my feet,
Across the river where life is sublime.

Sky-piercing pines encircle my haunt,
Stately sentinels on ceaseless duty.
Here is an end to need and want.
Across the river in an abode of beauty.

I pine for the day that I can repose there
Midst nature's host of God-made things.
I'll be in a sanctuary without a care
Across the river with heavenly wings.

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Yoshi Mato November 20, 2016 at 9:31 AM I want to go to this place. Great write

Poet Destroyer A July 14, 2014 at 11:15 AM Hello Paul, it sounds good enough for me, to see the real me. Heaven, beyond the clouds. Thank you for painting the beautiful pastures, I hear about all the time... XOX Linda Paul Schneiter November 20, 2016 at 12:52 PM Apologies, Linda, for my long delay (and unacceptable) tardiness in responding. I'm grateful for your encouraging words. I sincerely appreciate and value them. I deserve at least 40 lashes.