
Sitting by a soothing trickling stream,
Relaxing on the edge of a lake.
Letting go by the thunder of a waterfall,
That's where you'll find me.
In a meadow filled with flowers,
Adventuring through a forest.
Exploring my way through a jungle,
That's where you'll find me.
Surrounded by sand and forestry,
On a desserted island far away.
A small little hut all to myself,
That's where you'll find me.
Tucked away in a log cabin house,
Far up north in the mountains.
Where the weather is always extreme,
That's where you'll find me.
Helping work out on a farmyard,
Playing with the horses on a ranch.
Way out of the city, in the country,
That's where you'll find me.
Where the hustle and bustle of people,
Are left where I want them to stay.
When I need an escape I can't afford.
I imagine the places I would rather like to be.
(written November 9th, 2007)
Who ever thought that the imagination could be so adventurous? You've proven that it can be in this poem. Great work!!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! It creates such beautiful images. :)
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