There are many happy places
in my neighborhood.
One is on a high ground:
a wooden bench
near a strawberry tree hedge,
under the shade of crepe myrtle.
The gravel path below,
is bordered by rosemary.
I sit there and listen to
hummingbirds and finches,
and honeybees.
I gaze at the turkey vultures soaring above
in the blue sky.
I see the vast openness,
girdled by clay hills
covered with trees and shrubs,
oak, toyon, tumbleweeds.
I notice people and nature
living side by side,
hopefully in harmony.
I soak sunlight, smell rosemary,
do botanical, pebble, chalk arts.
Kids trace the gravel with sticks,
we eat foraged pineapple guava.
It is a happy place.
With nature's blessings,
family and creativity,
every nook can be blessing.
Note: How does your happy place look like?
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Seema Patel
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When I was younger my happy place was on a very small island where two streams met before a short stretch before entering the river. I had an old tree trunk as chair as well as overhangs of two Hugh trees. My happy place now is my library which is also a shed that I fixed up, and it looks like a little house. Good job. on the poem.