Thursday, 24 October 2013

Park Bench

So near to the city, yet so far
A park bench clothed in shade for half an hour
Enables me to rest my weary feet
And contemplate this leafy green retreat.

The birds swoop low and land upon the sward
The geese with piercing cries parade abroad
A grandma with a tiny tot in tow
Observes the ripples on the lake below.

The sun makes nature really come alive
Under wizened bark the insects thrive
The breeze then parts the grasses so we see
Legions of bright flowers round the tree.

This afternoon the clouds have rolled away
Nature’s finest show is on display
The sunshine always makes a good impression
For a moment we don’t care we’re in recession...

(c) Poet in the woods 2013

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