A Place To Think Poem by William Breland

Mountains of green, and water to drink, this is the place, I like to think. The birds are singing, and the frogs below, firefly's emitting, thier tails that glow. Thinking on the shore, by the waters mist, about that memory, when I was first kissed. Whenever my thoughts, would start to sink, I'd always run, to a place to think. In my heart, I will always share, my thoughts and emotions, my love and care. For I am thinking of you...