Places of Peace

I want to fine a place of peace
as exists in half forgotten memories.
A creek I sat beside
waiting for inspiration to arrive.
Watching the quiet of a dying day.
The woods I ran through as a child
with no regard to future duties.
Hearing leaves crunch under feet.
Cool waves I sank beneath
and rode to sandy shores.
Smelling the salt rich air.
The muddy garden
that enveloped my feet.
The feeling of cool earth swallowing me.