My Special Place
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When I was a young boy just learning about lifes great wonders.
I loved the outdoors and spent most of my free time out yonder
In the open air with my dog, Hugo, laying beside me out there.
I found ways to be comfortable with the cold spring days to bear.
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My Special Place
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In early spring when the temperature was about 40 F outside,
And a cold breeze was blowing from the north so cold on your hide,
But the sun was shining bright with a warming glow so fine.
There was a place I could go to enjoy the outdoors sometimes.
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There was deep soft dried Bermuda grass all around on the ground,
And a steep hill on the north, east and west sides that surround.
The steep hills on three sides cut off that cold north breeze.
It was toasty warm laying on that thick grass that did me please.
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Sometimes I would bring my sling shot along and shoot at cans,
Pretending they were wolves about to attack this young man.
After a few minutes I had to take off my coat as it was so warm,
I often spent hours there enjoying my dog , Hugo, with his charm.
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Sometimes I would sit and whittle with my case pocket knife,
Watching all that was going on around there with the wildlife.
If I saw a mouse, I would sic Hugo on him and the chase was on,
He would run him down a small hole and the dirt would fly in fun.
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Sometimes I took my magnifying glass to my place where I hung.
And burned pictures on a wood strip by focusing the hot sun.
Day dreaming there, I hunted a bear with a compound bow and arrow
And flew a fighter jet in a dog fight like a hawk after a sparrow.
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When I was in my special place, my imagination often went wild,
My dog jumped in and joined in on all of my my adventures in style,
There in that place with no outside interferences that I loved so,
We sailed the seas and climbed the highest mountains, you know.
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I would form up some old red bricks in the shape of a fort wall,
And fight off Indians with a Winchester Rifle watching them fall.
I always won those battles that I was a cowboy in back then.
Because the cowboy with a big white hat was supposed to win.
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Sometimes I would drift off to sleep in my very special place,
And dream real dreams about going to Mars in very deep space.
My Mom came looking for me a few times when I slept there,
Because she couldn’t find me around the neighborhood anywhere.
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She knew just where my special fantasy fun place was to be found.
As she had seen me in my own little world there on the ground.
So she didn’t fuss to much about me accidentally falling to sleep.
When she found me out there alone with my dog counting sheep.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading My Special Place,
Bill