Im looking for a poem thats called My Place. If you know a poem by that title please let me know. Thanks
Here's one. It's not by anyone I've heard of, but it is interesting.
MY PLACE
In the spring of my youth
There was a spot
That was quiet and still
I would go there a lot
Dark green pines towered around
Winds blew thru
And made a whistling sound
They surround a pond
Deep blue in color
A place that was special
It was like no other
A place I could go
To think things through
Sometimes I would go there
Just for something to do
A place I could go
And spend all day long
A place I could go
When something was wrong
Sometimes I would go there
To have my own space
I would go there often
Cause it was -- my place.
--LaVal (2-17-89)
what is your interpretation of this poem??