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.