Poem
Author Unknown

I recall that as a little boy,
I used to take great pleasure in
finding a hidden place to play all alone.
Somewhere in our two acre yard,
I would find a special hiding place
in a friendly apple tree
or in Spring growth of tall weeds.
Sometimes in the old pump house
We called "the fort."
There was always some place to go;
someplace to reflect on life
and what went before me.

Even in the winter I had a special place.
The closet in my room was
deep and under the stairs,
so my older sister and I piled up boxes
and hung clothes to conceal the smaller space
at the end of the closet,
creating a little snuggly area behind the
things to lay out our
treasures.

There is nothing quite like laying down reading
a book in tall weeds
or flowers in the early Spring sunshine,
or just watching the clouds float by.
If you need ideas, ask a child about it.
Perhaps one would show you how.
Maybe you can find a loving
old apple tree or
growth of tall flowers to find solitude in
nature this weekend!

Hmmmm.. I wonder why as adults it is considered
a sign of panic or
anti-social behavior to find a place to go in
search of inner peace.
So are we just to wait till we're terribly
distraught to find such a place,
or should that be considered a way of
getting in touch with who we are?
It all seemed quite natural as a child.

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