There’s A Place
The land is green
As far as one can see.
High upon a hill
He stands almost still.
Behind the handsome loving one
Lit by the shining sun …
Is my castle true,
Red brick and lavender blue.
It’s a storybook home,
Safe from any storm.
This place exists in my mind,
And the seasons are kind.
Existing in this heavenly place,
And greeted daily by his loving face.
There’s only joy to behold,
Warmth when it’s cold!
The winds cool our place,
When summer is in place.
It’s my place in this fantasy land,
With him and me,
hand in hand.
Hi angelatheresaegicwrites,
I appreciate the sense of belongingness and security that your poem evokes, plus I love rhyme! Thank you.