I sit on the old verandah, and stare at the morning frost. The grass is so green, the sun is almost lost. The sheep are eating corn, the ducks are fast asleep. The dog is swimming in the creek, the blue water is so deep. I walk across the dewy grass, and sit under the old apple tree. The cows are wondering up the hill, for as far as I can see. I have been here many times, but still am struck by the peace. This place is my only haven, I hope it will never cease.
Reason for writing:
This poem is about my favourite place in the world where I used to go for holidays when I was little.
Birth sign: Leo
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