My Favourite Place(Ashley Francis) I sit staring at the end of the old tarnished road

the ripen leaves now begin to fall

the weeping willow gracefully sways

the cornfields scatter with the flocking crows

the sweet smell of barley and the musty smell of the old mill

the broken down well stands alone

i wish my fears away as i try to see a better way

the evening dew has now begun to fall

the night stars begin to twinkle

i head to the water front to sit and watch the ships come in

the misty line between the horizon and the heavens

and soon it becomes my favorite place

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