Hideaway
There’s a place that I know,
though I don’t often go there
where smoky clouds drift
over tall swaying pines
no greed can be found
and time doesn’t live there
my heart is at peace
my voice is set free
There, furred timid creatures
venture out in the sunlight
to enchant a green meadow
and lie down with the wolf
If I dream, let me sleep
undisturbed by the world
Hal C Clark's Blog 