Sounds from the Blacksmith shop
Driving in on the morning breeze
The constant murmurs and sighs
From the whispering churchyard trees
From downstairs the sound of mam
Cleaning around the house
Reaching up to me, sleep needing
Teen mattress hugging dormouse.
Thinking of the country day
Just stretching ahead
Trying to raise the energy
Just to climb out of bed.
Listening lazily to those sounds,
Unnoticed, time has drifted on
And, before i realise it
Another hour has gone.
