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The Refuge
Roger Belton |
Whenever times are tough, and life makes no sense,
I retreat to my little backyard, behind its enclosing fence.
I sit quietly alone within this sheltered space,
Enjoying a brief escape from life's too frantic pace.
I close my eyes, and inhale the fragrant smell
Of the roses and the honeysuckle I've come to know so well.
The cooling breeze wafts their scents almost everywhere,
And there's no need for fear, whenever I am there.
I can relax in the swing, enjoying its gentle to and fro,
And even read a special book... if I choose to do so.
The everyday world quickly retreats in disgrace,
When confronted by the serenity of this, my special place.
Though it's not very large from border to border,
It's a refuge for me, this place of beauty and of order.
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