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Poem: There was a Place

By: Mike Stevens

Page 1, A poem about a place I used to go and think

 

There was a Place

 

There was a place where I would go to relax

There was a place where my thought could run free

There was a place I used to drive to,

where I felt at peace in my frantic world

There was a place where I felt at home

There was a place I used to call my own

There was a place I used to go to concentrate

on creative things, where the outside world could be shut out

There was a place where time didn’t matter

There was a place where my troubles would disappear

There was a place, I’m not sure if it’s still there,

high up on a hillside, cleared long ago,

where the wind ruffled my hair, back when that was true

There was a place, a very special place,

a silent place for nothing but reflection

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