A place of inner contentment and peace,
a place where worries and difficulties begin to cease.

A place where the soothing wash of a brook, 
creates smooth ripples of security everywhere you look.

A place where croaking frogs play an evening song,
a place where one feels that they belong.

A place where Grace's precious smile,
invites one to stay and relax awhile.

A place holding a comfortable red and white house with a red door,
a place where one can reflect on their spiritual core.

A place where the chirping of crickets and birds,
play simple music with nature supplying the serene words.

A place of inviting graciousness and ideal splendor,
a place where tranquillity and lifting burdens do render.

A place bearing soft rich soil,
where one can begin to bury problems with little toil.

A place where buildings are sturdy and proud,
a place where life's disappointments aren't so loud.

A place where the fragrance of hay and farm life,
allows one to start to overcome life's internal strife.

A place that quietly commands respect and praise,
a place that sincere calm resides and stays.

A place where the distant rumble of a train,
possesses the will to help lessen the pain.

A place where the sky seems an intensified blue,
a place where one can be to thy ownself be true.

A place where the clouds are more white and full,
where life's discouragements don't take a heavy toll.

A place where the sun shines bright,
a place where one regains life's positive sight.

A place with tangible brisk morning air,
coupled with the feeling of people who genuinely care.

A place where fragile crystals of frost cling to rich green grass,
a place where life's frustrations begin to pass.

A place where proud corn stands,
a reflection of Martin, a loving caretaker of his lands.

A place where leaves create a soft cleansing breeze,
a place of solace and ease.

A place where the rolling grassy waves are free,
where I can just be me.

A place that has shimmering droplets of dew,
a place where one's spirit can renew.