Owen Osborne

This Place of Mine

The emerald fields

Acres upon of acres of harmony.

In the distance I see a lonely tree

An old oak tree,

Withered by age.

Splitting bark

Drooping leaves.

The roots which remain standing

Shake with fatigue.


The blades of grass

Glisten under the beating sun,

Dripping with the morning dew.

As pure as silver

As green as the strongest mint.


The birdsong in the distance

Sweet sweet melody,

Calming to the mind

Soothing to the soul.

Elegantly in the wind they soar

Forever watching the loud dangerous land below.


I can remember my childhood.

My long lost and forgotten childhood.

Everyday after school I would visit

My friends would play hide and seek in the long grass,

As I stood; in amusement I would start to giggle.

So many checkpoints of life have occurred here

Love, sorrow, happiness and even fear.

My first steps, first kiss and first heartbreak.

So much has happened during my long life.


For I am an old man now

But with all the life of a child remaining.

I am happy to be here

I am welcome here,

I am safe here.


How many times do I have left to see this place?

Never the less I treat each as my last.

I will treasure this paradise forever

Always in my heart.

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