Our Place Beyond The Pines

There’s a place beyond the pines
Halfway to somewhere
In the middle of nowhere

A place for dreams
Where wishes come true
And truth runs free
A place that’s made for you and me

It’s not far from here
Just close your eyes
And you’ll be there

Just beyond is
A poet’s paradise
A land where words and phrases
Hang freely from the trees

There is music in the air
As musical notes create melodies
And are carried by the breeze

This is the land for creators
Poets, artists, musicians, writers
This is our place
Our place beyond the pines

~The Tennessee Poet~
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