Let's go find that great blue yonder,
Far away from noise and rush,
A place where one can sit and ponder,
Silently, in a cocoon of hush.
With solitude, to rest one's senses,
Some time to grasp what life's about,
To knock down all those rigid fences,
And let your wildest thoughts fly out.
Allow for all your hopes to wander,
Into dreams that calm the mind,
And use the time in that great blue yonder,
Your innermost happiness to find.
© Ernestine Northover
Ernestine, I've found that trip can be made by never taking a step. Everytime we let our dreams wash over us we can step into that quiet rush. Very nicely done Rusty
how are you day and what are you doing today and you are so cool i the world today
A cheering and uplifting piece, Ernestine. Lovely write. Andrew x
Beautiful piece, I felt so good after reading this poem. Thank you. Love Kate
I hope for a place like this to be close to you right now.Love Duncan
What soothing serenity in the 'blue yonder'. Beckon and we shall follow thee. Susie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Describes exactly where I've been for the past week (actually at a lake house in Wisconsin with no TV, radio, computer, etc.) . I couldn't have expressed it as well as you have Ernestine. avr