a place that
I swear
will never be equaled
in beauty or prayer

landmarks
a road
more than a path
it leads to my home

it bends and turns
up and down
more than usual
it has no bounds

the swaying grass
around the curve
whispers my heart
and how it burns

the lakes soft surface
pours and flows
the suns kiss upon its back
all aglow

the farm house
it's roof of tin
the fence and stone
surrounding it