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.
♠ ♠ ♠
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