My Thinking Place

The shed like a house

Guarding the yard

Unkempt grass

Loving the space.

Its my thinking place

The breezes move trees

Caressing the leaves.

Through my window now

I picture some snow

To cover the grass

Like a giant white sheet.

My eyes to fix

On very large trees

I will get out there

May sleep with the breeze.

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