I don't mind working on my own
It gives me time to ponder
While my body works away
My mind begins to wander
Dusty serenades the treetops
Pesky teasing squirrels
I sit on a tree stump
Pleasing little scribbles
Cut down, saw up
Cart, split stack
With a certain satisfaction
It seems to me
There's an ounce of poetry in that
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 5:52 AM UTC
I don't mind working on my own
It gives me time to ponder
While my body works away
My mind begins to wander
Dusty serenades the treetops
Pesky teasing squirrels
I sit on a tree stump
Pleasing little scribbles
Cut down, saw up
Cart, split stack
With a certain satisfaction
It seems to me
There's an ounce of poetry in that
