A secluded balcony
Away from the afternoon heat
Along goes the river
Just behind the small street
The view of green hills
A fresh breeze from the water
It sends chills down my spine
Even though it’s not cold
A weekend retreat
It never gets old
And yes it is quiet
But there’s coffee and books
A notebook with blank pages
Of course a black pen
So when there’s the feeling
Of a poem coming up
The book goes aside
Then a sip from the cup
I open the notebook
The pen takes control
And this thing only comes
When I’m on a retreat
Far from all the hustle
There’s just noisy crickets
In the long sturdy grass
The grass fresh from the rain
As long as there’s coffee and books
I won’t leave this chair
Should I finish one of these
I go down for a beer
Or even a pair
As I pour the drink
The sun begins to set
And there’s no one to see
How peaceful it is
It’s just through my writing
That I can express it
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