Magical Place
It's a place most people walk on past
They can't see that it's more than that.
The way it sits just like it does.
The way I love it just because.
The surrounding trees make it nice,
in the Autumn it's so homely and bright.
A porch to drink hot cocoa and eat lunch,
a sidewalk to play on and leaves to crunch.
It's a magical place, without a doubt.
A yard that's perfect to camp out.
Underneath the stars on a chilly October night.
It's a feeling that gives me delight.
Its possibilities are endless.
Its possibilities are tremendous.
They can't see that it's more than that.
The way it sits just like it does.
The way I love it just because.
The surrounding trees make it nice,
in the Autumn it's so homely and bright.
A porch to drink hot cocoa and eat lunch,
a sidewalk to play on and leaves to crunch.
It's a magical place, without a doubt.
A yard that's perfect to camp out.
Underneath the stars on a chilly October night.
It's a feeling that gives me delight.
Its possibilities are endless.
Its possibilities are tremendous.
♠ ♠ ♠
This poem actually goes along with a photograph that you can find by going to this link;http://crestfallenwoman.tumblr.com/post/62647764292/poem-i-wrote-this-morning-its-a-place-most