I love the quiet place far from the noisy street
Out there in the spot where the waterways meet
Where in Spring amongst the reeds the moorhen builds her nest
A quiet place with Nature the place I love best.

In fancy the song of the shrike thrush I hear
He sings in the wood by the creek far from here
Of Nature's great beauty I have taken note
Though I'm not a naturalist or I'm not a poet.

I long to be distant from polluted skies
Away from the streets of man created noise
To be alone with Nature in the shade of the trees
With the sun in the sky and a mild freshening breeze.

I long for a quiet place away from the Town
Where the worries of life do not keep dragging me down
Where the voice of Nature is the only voice I do hear
The songs of the birds to my heart ever near.

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