PENSHURST PLACE

PENSHURST,  TONBRIDGE,  KENT

JUNE 22 2008

THE NOOK

Here,  I retreat from existence
My soul sighs,  relieved as I rest
The blissful embrace of my own quiet space
Tranquility found at it's best

Here, I can be who I want to be
The masks and facades are all gone
Through the ever changing seasons,  I discover the reasons
Why here,  I felt so at one

Here, I can hide from what scares me
I am at one with myself and a book
I converse with the birds,  as we wander in words
Hidden in my little nook

Here,  I am free to daydream
To contemplate life's ups and downs
I can sunbathe or sing,  I can't hear the phone ring
In my personal Utopia,  no frowns

Here,  nature rules over man
And I answer to no one but me
My mind wanders vacant,  blissful,  complacent
Imagination here,  is the key

Here,  is the place I frequented
In A life full and plenty,  It's true
As my ashes were scattered,  a life that once mattered
Roamed freely again,  now renewed

Here,  is the place I'm remembered
By those that in life, I have loved
Just me and a book,  in my little nook
and a radiant sky up above

(Written by Paul Williams June 23 2008)