An oldie but goodie

I was just reading through one of my old journals and I came across this poem I wrote, November 11 2004. I really liked it, so decided to post it here.

I know a place
Of mine - a rock - I think
Where water laps
And soothes
Asleep in gentle rays
And loons call out in black
And white so simple
Geen and good
The Earth I touch Her
Know her
Still inside I feel Her
Come to me and hold me
Mother let me crawl inside
And lie there
While the world is
Changing
Melting
Lying
Take my sins
And wash me in your warmth
I know your grass will hurt
My feet but I will walk
Through fields so warm with
Sun and smell of haylofts, sunbeams
Take me back and learn me
Hold me
I forget me
Let me
Be me
Take me
Love me
Leave me
Free me
Free me
Free me
Free me