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Jul 2015
There's a secret place
Where the birds fly free
It's a land of peace
Of tranquility
You go down the valley
Up the hill
Turn right at the farm
Left at the Mill

But you'll never find it
Unless you know
The meaning of peace
And let your self go
To a land of solitude and calm
Where your soul is free
Safe from harm
Where the clouds and mist
Become as one
Where a rainbow appears
Along with the sun
The cows and sheep
Live in harmony
Where a stream runs
Under the Beechnut tree

It doesn't matter
If it's rain or shine
Life goes on
In it's own good time
It's a magical place
Where time stands still
There's no one to rush you
To make you feel ill
You can sit all day
Just looking at the view
At peace with the beauty
Mother nature gives to you

At the end of the day
You won't believe your eyes
As the sun sets over mountains
With pink and orange skies;
When night falls
You'll sleep like an exhausted child
In this secret place
Where horses run wild
P.s.
If you enjoyed this poem, you can find it
along with 46 of my other poems in my book
"Secret Verse of a 21st Century Menopausal Lady"
Please feel free to message me for further details
Nicki Tilston
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Nicki Tilston  56/F/Bebington
(56/F/Bebington)   
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