My Get Away Poem by Phil Soar

I kissed the air, reflecting as I could
The mist that made the start of day sublime
And sitting by the lake inside the wood
I knew the land around me was all mine

The lodge I built beside the waterfall
Was now the place where rest became my call
I spent my summer their and can recall
The sound of water from that waterfall

I sit upon the porch as day begins
With book in hand and listening for the song
From when the breeze blows softly at my side
And nothing in my world is quite as strong

The warm and cooling mist that passes by
As delicate as anything I've seen
Softly touches me, though I am dry
And turns the grass a lighter shade of green

And here I sit as nature plays its game
The quiet only broken by my thoughts
And when the day is over, it's a shame
The day has wandered on and played its course