Words flowing from the tip of my pen
Sentances played out in my mind
The perfect weather
The perfect time
Inspiration flowing from every hole
Every blade of grass
Drifting from the pond in a graceful mist
I used to be afraid to come back
To the place of good and bad memories
The overflowing feelings of hatred and love
That stayed over from that last summer
The feelings come to me now
Fully welcomed
As inspiration
This place
With it's torquoise pond
The ruins of an old, burnt down home
The lots for RV's
Our little cottage and camper
And finally
The 12 silent acres of just forrest
Inspiration swirls around me
Just waiting for the words
To be scrawled out from the tip of my pen
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I don't know exactly how good it is, so comments and reviews are highly appreciated.
