A Place That Calls. Poem by dave lessard

There's a lovely place I know
where breezes are a-blowing
where the trails wind on forever
that's the place where I'll be going;
Where the forests kiss the sky
and mountains shrug their shoulders
all among the grassy meadows
scattered some by boulders;
Where silence is my friend
and not my agitator
it's fine to be alone sometimes
all the bustle comes much later.
The views from up above
are vast and long and fine
nature's at its very best
with others of her kind.
That place I know is calling me
I can feel that wind, it's blowing
I'll return, when my soul is full
but now, I best be going.