Clearing - Poem by Joe Danner
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 little while.
And realize I've spent the day- it causes me to smile.
Once again I realize-what this place does for me
It lets my mind go wandering- and sets my spirits free.
You really ought to try- to find a place like mine
Where you can take a moment-to ease your troubled mind.
It doesn't have to be-the same place every time;
Just someplace where you can be alone
With Mother Nature and a little time.
At first it might not do for you what it always does for me,
But with a little practice you will begin to see.
Comments about Clearing by Joe Danner
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Joe Danner's Other Poems
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye