A Place There is a place Where the wind stills To a silent breath. And the waters lap, A gentle insistence Where the birds are Cloud formed and Sky trail streaked. There is a place Where memory whispers Through the hush Of the swaying grass That smiles with dew. Where hearts beat and Pulse to the softest waves And movements slow. _________________________________ We all have that place, of complete and total peace.
Photo: Reading the poetry of Seamus Heaney by Strangford Lough, Northern Ireland.
