Perched on a tree stump
eating my food,
just what is needed
to lighten the mood.
A break from work
from the papers and stress,
Fresh air and light
sun’s gentle caress.
A fox’s den lies there
with room to expand.
eating my food,
just what is needed
to lighten the mood.
A break from work
from the papers and stress,
Fresh air and light
sun’s gentle caress.
A fox’s den lies there
with room to expand.
Little earth do I see
- a bank made of sand.
Spring is here,
- a bank made of sand.
Spring is here,
Plants grow anew
Daffodil and crocus,
Among those on view.
Birds are twittering
amid trees and bush -
to see the Goldcrest
I’ll have to hush.
amid trees and bush -
to see the Goldcrest
I’ll have to hush.
The stream flows past
my trunk and seat,
my trunk and seat,
At the foot of the bank
Under my feet.
Perched on a tree stump
eating my food,
to rush I’m sure
would be quite rude.
eating my food,
to rush I’m sure
would be quite rude.
© Martin Lilley 16/3/10
Hey I didn't know that you wrote, or is it a new thing? I am liking what I am seeing so far, but I see that work is still being a bit of a pain. Not long to go now keep pushing forward ^_^
ReplyDeleteWriting appears to be the outlet for my creativeness while my brain is coping with trying to finish the PhD. Odd really!
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