Down the path
over rocks and
fallen trees
Across the creak
Past the wild
rosebush
Under trees of Oak,
Cider, and Elm
There is a clearing
in the woods
A little spot
surounded by trees
A stump to sit on
To think
To contemplate life
Or just enjoy the
quite
To watch mother
nature do her work
This is my spot
This clearing in the
woods
My own little hiding
place
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