A Place Poem by Paul Reed

O, to have a place
Where I could visit you and think,
To just stand in the breeze
To consider life's brink;

O, for some moments
Spent in pure reflection,
To listen to the silence
Pervade earthly dejection;

If you just had a place
In this world you have flown,
With the seasons abrading
And the grass overgrown;

O, for a special place
On some windy hilltop,
Where the skies rush over
But let the world stop.