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Peace ~ John Denver

John Denver Sanctuary Aspen
My first poem for John
* A Beacon in the Night *
New Years Eve
Today I Thought of You
The Magic and The Quest
What a Glorious Way To Go
Pacific Grove
Monarch Butterflies
Blue Water World
The Dream - Windstar
Spirit of peace
Wings that fly us home
John Denver Sanctuary Aspen
I Want To Live
Jigsaw Page
Ten Years On
Guest Book
Peace Poem


I sit here in this peaceful place.
The wind rustles through the trees
And the aspen leaves
Fall as autumn rain.
They flutter down like butterflies
And land upon the river, where they float
And tumble between the rocks, like little boats
That are going home again.


And all around are stones carved with your songs,
And people wandering and reading,
Sometimes just sitting and dreaming
On this special day.
Two playful dogs, one black one gold,
Jump in the river and frolic and bound.
While, from across the the water, I hear the sound
Of children at play.


In the centre a blue spruce stands,
A dark, strong contrast to the shimmering aspen leaves,
And the little harebells beneath, dancing in the breeze
To the music of the stream.
And, as I watch them dance,
I hear the sound of a guitar.
A soft voice sings 'The Gift You Are'
Or is it just a dream?


There is peace in this sanctuary
Where, up above, sometimes eagles fly
In a cloudless sky
Of mountain blue.
And, when life's troubles come again,
I'll think of this love filled place,
And I know the memory of here
Will see me through.


I leave a pink specked, yellow rose
Among the other flowers.
I could stay here for hours,
But I must on my way,
So, as the sun sets behind the hills,
And the moon comes up a silver gleam,
I pick an aspen leaf and a pebble from the stream
And go on my way.




Though the singer is silent there still is the truth of the song.