Prelude to a working day
The toast was warm and buttery
The coffee, hot and strong
The radio played a reminisce
From sunny days long gone
I sipped away the aches & pains
And watched the morning light
Brush honey upon the basking birds
That sang with all their might
The open door leaked warming breeze
And a hint of dewy blooms
But, time tick-tocked reality
To rejoin life's spinning looms
Stephen Atkinson
Wed 15th Sep 2021 17:31
Aye, John, lucky sod ?. I've snapped the thread to the loom & legged it!
Until tomorrow ?
And thanks for the like Gregg!