The Place I Love

Poem By winifred thorpe

high on a hill in the Lakes beside a stream i rest,
The green grass lightly swaying in the place that I love best,
the ripple of the water running thought my hand,
the silence that is golden, now I understand.

why some people go there, and walk among these hills,
you suddenly feel happy, and free from all life's spills,
your trouble's melt like icicles, you find your answers here.

The sky is still and empty and the mist is far away,
time passes - a never ending day,
the peace is so unending your heart is full of hope,
that things will soon be wonderful for all the other folk.

I lay upon your heather, and hold it in my hand,
O lake land hill,
now I understand.

Comments about The Place I Love

A beautiful poem. love it.

Rating Card

5,0 out of 5
1 total ratings

Other poems of THORPE

Young At Heart

I know a man of forty,
who looks like twenty one,
his hair is black as ebony,
he's tall and straight and walks with pride,

My Eyes Are Dim.

My eyes are dim,
I cannot see the light,
each day, just looks like the night,
I feel my way around the room,

Motor Ways

i think Motorways are a pain
every road looks just the same,
The only thing you get there fast,
but the journey's made to last,

The Robber

Put up your hands the robber said
as he pulled the old lady out of her bed,


I like your smile, when i visit,
Your smile warms my heart,
You try so hard to hide the pain,
And always look the same,