My Favourite Place.

Now you, Dear Reader, may in truth suppose,
That I will write of verdant pastures near,
Of humming birds and scents of summer’s rose
Or Nature’s beauty, or the fallow deer.

But if this special place gives joy to me,
To gain this joy, I must indeed be there,
But not alone! I’m sure I’d happier be,
With others who, this happiness might share.

So please excuse me if my favoured place,
Is not defined or marked upon the ground,
I see it where I find a smiling face
Or loving, kindly, cheerful folk abound.

So each day, a place unknown and unprepared,
Becomes unique, by love and friendship shared.

            George Potter

Published by George Potter

A retired Chartered Mechanical Engineer, still adept at getting my hands (and clothes) dirty, inventor of all sorts of non-commercial, but novel solutions, amateur carpenter and occasional writer of poems and painter in watercolours.

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