|
Relaxing MomentsRelaxation it means many things to many But just now it means to me~ Out upon an old spare bed Letting a few Sunday hours to go free~ Pan Pipes playing softly On a trusted old music machine~ Breezes blowing through the window Telling me of where they've been~ Old hat over my eyes so Slumbering a few hours away~ Listening to the softest music Wasting a few hours upon Sunday~ All the chores have been done Not a lot left now to do~ And nothing beats a Sunday snooze In the afternoon it's true~ Pan Pipes playing softly With the music behind of the sea~ Cannot beat a Sunday snooze As good as relaxation it can be~ Terrence Michael Sutton copyright 2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
|
|
| |||||||||||||||||||
|