There's a place I go where the train whistle blows
& the sky goes on for miles
A place where the coyotes sing you to sleep
& the sound of thunder awakes you from your slumber
Where the tumbleweeds roll
& the cactus grows
Come rain or shine
Come hell or high water
A place where you can touch the stars
& be kissed by the sun
Where the wildflowers bloom
& there's wide open spaces to run
A place of serenity
Where you can go & be free
Free from all of your sorrows
Where is this place of peace you may ask
Just grab your compass
& point it West
Leave behind your baggage
& everything borrowed
This is a road you must take alone
But I'll be waiting for you to come on home
Where the train whistle blows
& the sky goes on for miles
JE LEEST
The Writing Nomad
PoëzieThe Writing Nomad comes directly from my personal journal. You will find my thoughts, and poems that were inspired just by going through the cycles of life. I wanted to share in hopes it may not only touch your heart, but to become something you may...
