In A Place Like This,

Bright, green and plain.
The scent of the field
needs to learn how mad
I am to be in this place.
I cannot define exactly.

To charge me with a cost
of thousand happiness is
glory to my soul, pretty
to my face and this is
what really means to
live a perfect home.

Where I begin to cry,
to lose myself and fly.
This is where I really am.
In a place like this,
I have found myself.

 

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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6 Responses to In A Place Like This,

  1. Simple and awesome brother…Great!!

  2. cclody says:

    The sheer moment of awe, “Where I begin to cry, to lose myself and fly.” I actually felt like I had wings reading this. Brilliant.

  3. jenet12 says:

    You’ve been killin’ it with the poems lately! Good stuff!

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