Sanctuary
  I often feel a need in me
To leave the noise and strife,
And find a place of solitude
  Mid ways of country life.
A place of quiet peacefullness
  Where life is more serene,
   A sanctuary for my soul
Where trees and hills are green.
  I'd like to seek a shady glen
  Next to a singing stream,
Where I can lay my cares aside
  To pray, reflect and dream.
A place where nature reigns supreme,
  And birdsong fills the air
  With melodies so beautiful, 
  And no distraction there.
I need communion with the hills,
  With beauty that I love;
For there I find quiet strenght
  And peace sent from above.
                      by Beverly J. Anderson