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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.


A place


I need a place to hide away

a place of thought to pass the day

my mind has battled far too long

and now seeks refuge amid morning’s song.

The guns of war still rage inside

I so need this place I can go and hide

far from the anger that tears me apart

free from the pain that breaks my heart.

Where hills and valleys roll away

a place of calm, a place to stay

where I would be free to sleep beneath a million stars

and not fear the morrow and all of it’s scars.

this is my second attempt at this poem
after valued critique.

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