(written 1994)
In a distant land called “never been there”,
I found myself in a land so fair.
I was sitting there, there in the grass,
kissing, hand in hand, with a lass.
The land of “never been there” my friends,
is a quiet place of lakes and glens,
a place where secret gardens lie,
in the apple of the forest’s eye.
A place of quiet babbling brooks,
that say words not found in books.
Words of thought and boundless charm,
that come to you, when arm in arm,
walking down a pathway small,
with the one you love, the one in all,
who charms you most with eyes so bright
who holds you close with arms so tight,
on April morn and August night,
whispering under stars so bright,
the words, above all in this land so fair,
of true love, in the land of “never been there.”
-JHJ