My Secret Place
The sun is glistening on the water.
The birds are singing in the trees.
Perfect moments
Are made of these.
The water is cold, but I am bold.
Now the fish are nibbling my toes.
Beauty surrounds me,
And it is here I can forget my woes.
It's my secret place
On Little Fall Creek...
Where the bird
Has a worm hanging from its beak.
It is here that I come to think...
Where I can let my thoughts wander...
Where I can sit and dream
And on all things, ponder.
I miss my secret place by the water
And amongst the trees.
Perfect memories
Come from moments like these.
© Lisa Cissna
August 16, 2011
The sun is glistening on the water.
The birds are singing in the trees.
Perfect moments
Are made of these.
The water is cold, but I am bold.
Now the fish are nibbling my toes.
Beauty surrounds me,
And it is here I can forget my woes.
It's my secret place
On Little Fall Creek...
Where the bird
Has a worm hanging from its beak.
It is here that I come to think...
Where I can let my thoughts wander...
Where I can sit and dream
And on all things, ponder.
I miss my secret place by the water
And amongst the trees.
Perfect memories
Come from moments like these.
© Lisa Cissna
August 16, 2011
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Modified 04/25/2014
© 1998-2016 Lisa Cissna. All rights reserved.
Contents may be used with permission only by the author(s) herein.