Sometimes
I go to
A place
To write
Or read
Or paint
A pleace
So quiet
So still
So appeasing
Nothing except
A light breeze
Lapping water
My notebook
And me
But sometimes
When I'm there
In a place
Of such beauty
And composure
All the things
I came here
To do
Get lost in
The lull
Then
All I
Can do
Is drop what
I'm doing
And simply
Sit there
Enjoying
God's gorgeous
Creation