Sweet Place Poem by Clint Jones

Sun comes up and where will I be,
That place in the hills over looking the trees,  
As night falls on me the stars gleam and glow,  
Just then the wind begins to blow,  
I fall asleep on the grass,
And as hours pass,  
I dream of you in my sleep,  
And then I begin to weep,  
Of the things I cant control,  
I now must keep my mind at ease,
As I feel the gentle breeze,
Of the summers day and night,  
It always makes me feel just rite.