Everyone has a place of solitude
where the world cannot invade.
Where we can sit in silence
and enjoy our own thoughts
away from everyone.
A park bench by a pond
dedicated to someone
who liked the view.
A church pew
where people sit
and ask god to see them through.
Everyone has their own place
that gives them peace of mind.
A place to rest their weary body
and leave
the rest of the world behind.
Their own space
a place of solitude.
4 May 2008
My friend, you know mine already it's my favourite tree, the world dissapears and all thats left is god and me, plus my love that shares my heart with me...Andy 10
Oh, for those peaceful moments. The mind at rest. Nice write. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mine used to be the beach....but have moved away from walking distance to it....price of gas one can't afford the pleasure now.....so I have to settle for a walk by the Fairgrounds near me now...I get to see the horses when they are out...two have had foals...but I don't see them as much as the riding horses...still they take me away with there beauty....like watching big puppy dogs at play when they kick their heals up