There Is A Road, There Is A Place

There is a road I call my own.
There is a place that's mine alone.
Where I’ll go still.
When I am grown.
A special road that seems I planned so perfectly.
Takes me where I wish to be.
A long road ends atop a hill.
Beneath a tall old tree.
I fill my mind with thoughts of what might be.
And watch the leaves sway over me.
Like waves on some green, gentle sea.
This is where I want to be.

You can just think of the poem
Before you fall asleep and
You just might find it inside of you.

by David de Haas

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