My Favorite Place
By Brod Bagert
My favorite place? It’s this baseball field,
it’s the only place for me,
and right here on this pitcher’s mound
is where I love to be.
My favorite place is this apple tree,
where I can climb so high.
I can almost see the whole-wide world,
I can almost touch the sky.
And me? I guess it’s this notebook.
It’s the place where good things start –
the words I write to sing the song
that whispers in my heart.
These simple words on paper
bring peace to all my fear,
cause someday, when I’m dead and gone,
these words might still be here.
Copyright 2014 Brod Bagert
