My Thoughtful Spot
There is a bench upon a hill
That overlooks a lake
And when I’m there, my heart’s bestilled
My troubles I forsake
If places could be poems, then
Idyllic is this psalm
Its beauty stirs my inner pen
My soul to write upon
Surrounded by these twisted oaks
In shrouds of lichen lace
I feel welcomed by these friendly folks
And at home in this place
A piece of heaven I’ve long sought
Lies just over yonder
And when I’m there, my thoughtful spot
Is where I sit and ponder.
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