Another poem…I know I am not the best poet, but this was an assignment, and I was just thinking…So, here you go. 🙂

There is a place that only he and I know of…
Our place and no one else’s.
It resides deep in the forest,
Waiting there, alone and hidden.
Birds sing sweetly around with chirps and tweets.
Squirrels explore, climbing about the many trees.
Insects live, constantly moving about.
In this place, there is a bench, aged and lonely.
It has heard many songs composed by the birds,
It has felt many fingers caress its wooden surface,
It has offered a place to rest to many explorers.
With a rough exterior, formed from experiences,
It finds comfort in the forest, hidden from the world.
In this place, many memories reside.
A few of our own have been added,
Unseen and unheard to all, but us.
Warm feelings of joy have been felt here.
Sweet fragrances of the crimson petals and ferns fill our souls and lighten our hearts.
A breeze sweeps through and whispers across my skin,
Tickling me with its cool, soft breath.
This wind, untamed and free to roam, gently persuades the trees from side to side,
Allowing them to sing out through creaks and moans.
This place is our place…
Shielding our memories and keeping them safe,
Until the next time we return with smiles upon our faces,
Remembering and reliving…

2 replies
  1. Jeremy G.N.
    Jeremy G.N. says:

    Never berate yourself like that, especially since it’s a lot better than what I came up with. We all start somewhere. I mean, seriously, do you think any of the great poets started out like that? Na, I don’t think so.

  2. Ryan
    Ryan says:

    :) is so true..that very very special..i will never forget it..very special memories..pass through us there..this is amazing Noelle..I love you


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