MY SILENT STONE.
Near where the shore meets the trees
There is a large stone, just for me,
It’s tucked out of sight, just the breeze,
The water, forest, and birds so free.
No worldly noise disturbs this place,
No honking horns, or screeching breaks,
Everywhere is so still, no rushed pace,
I’ve found peace, just the sound nature makes.
I listen to the gently lapping waves and smile,
I hear the rustling of the leaves that dance
And sway in harmony, and for awhile,
See the birds in flight as I upward glance.
I usually am not selfish, usually kind,
But I will not tell you where hides
My silent stone, where I can always find
A moment where life just sweetly glides.
I will not leave till my soul’s at rest,
Then I can press on with the trials in store,
Live life to the full, give of my very best,
For my silent stone, some of my burdens bore.
M Ann Margetson © July 20, 2000
2000/Mysilent
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