Betty Harp Butler Poet Rhyme

Peaceful Woods

These woods are lovely-
An island of peace and tranquil delight.
Over the hill, a highway rushes by…
And people hurry, hurry- both day and night.

A quiet place
Where cares can fall away,
Where one can be refreshed and at peace...
A place where the toils and cares of life can be forgotten
In a world where troubles never cease.

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Kathryn Dorion June 28, 2016 at 11:39 AM I love this one, Betty-it reminds me of my childhood days in NH. I played in the woods all the time! Betty Harp Butler June 29, 2016 at 5:02 PM Glad you enjoyed it Kathy.

Mark Woods June 27, 2016 at 1:21 PM How relatable this is. Nothing beats those quiet spots that nature finds us, and so many people never stop to enjoy it. Betty Harp Butler June 29, 2016 at 5:02 PM No nothing beats these things God has given us Mark.