Feb 1, 2009

That's Where You'll Find Me


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)

2 comments:

  1. Who ever thought that the imagination could be so adventurous? You've proven that it can be in this poem. Great work!!

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  2. I love this poem! It creates such beautiful images. :)

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