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Getting To Me
This morning has a lightness,
soft sunshine on small waves,
breeze is blowing, barely,
and strollers walk, less strained.
Large boats, lounging loosely,
and cyclists gently ride,
meander round the shore line,
as in circles, seagulls glide.
Inside the sound of eating,
with clanks, and clinks and sips,
and smell of eggs and bacon,
and toast and coffee, strong.
I sit here feeling gentle,
less uptight, and less strained,
maybe I am unwinding,
and leaving life's speed, behind.
Morning music merges ,
with smiles of comfort soft,
as I sit here without worry,
of keeping so strict to time.
And so it keeps on flowing,
and ebbing here and there,
this breakfast by the sea side,
is sure, getting to me!
Joy Weare.
9th September, 2004.
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