Life is good today,
Sun is shining, birds are singing
All is rather well
I can smugly sit and dwell
On garden dug and weeds controlled
And now a beer my hand to hold
Not today for doom and gloom
Or a poet trapped in darkened room
But bask in summer, nature’s glory
(Even if at times it’s gory,)
I can sit and read or idly watch
The birds that nest or bees that flit
Busily from flower to flower
Filling up their busy hours
Smell the grass now freshly cut
And soak up sun there is no buts,
Or may be’s also’s, possibly not’s
But just English sun , the best we’ve got.
16/06/2021. 11.15-11.25
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