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My Special Place

My special place

I walk along the cobbled road
Relive my memories
How I used to skim those stones
And climb up all the trees
Sit in fields chewing grass
Paddle in the stream
Watch the clouds blow slowly past
And of future days I’d dream

I could see those future days
A life set free from rules 
With endless time set out to play
And no more boring schools
I’d find a place where I fit in
One where I belong
Then my life would really begin
With all my worries gone

I enjoy my favourite view
With a smile upon my face
Reliving memories old and new 
In this my special place
I count my blessing one by one
My worries I unload
My heart is filled with a happy song
As I walk the cobbled road

Copyright © Robert Broadbent | Year Posted 2018

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Caren Krutsinger Date: 8/12/2018 11:42:00 PM I spent many summers at the top of a Cottonwood tree in a giant tree house, feeling that if I ever got out of school, I would never look back. This poem brings back that childhood for me too, Robert. Login to Reply

Elizabeth Kinch Date: 8/12/2018 5:07:00 PM Great write Robert. We all have that place that puts you back to childhood days. Precious memories. Login to Reply