Here is another piece of writing from my many. It is a poem I wrote for a writing group. Its called a good place to be.

There was a place where rivers flowed and ran into the sea. There was a time when the light was brighter, and it shined on you and me. In this place were rows of trees that seemed to never end, where every person that you meet is a person that’s your friend. The flower’s smell would overwhelm, and take your breath away, and in this place a song bird’s songs could be heard every single day. I can sometimes go there if only in my dreams, and see the butterflies flying way above the trees. Some day we will be there we’ll go you and me, where rivers flowed so joyously and ran into the sea. Amber Nelson