Joe Danner

(Derby, Iowa, USA)

Clearing

I come to this place- to try and calm my soul
Where peace is the rule- and quiet has control.
It is a place of magic- if you'll take the time
To let the day just be the day-let nature do her rhyme.
Listen to the quiet here-the birds singing in the trees,
The insects making summer sounds, the wind rustling leaves.
I lay back on the ground- and watch the clouds drift by-
They look like giant cotton balls- randomly floating in the sky.
Time passes without measure at least for a litt

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