One Fine Day

Tis quiet now.

This day is done

A busy day

Chalk full of fun

Walks with the pups

in grass so tall

They leaped to see

or move at all

Flea markets toured

once junk ,now not

Now treasures prized

and gamely sought

We shopped a while

had stuff to get

all shops were full

On Sunday yet

Back to the camp

on busy roads

of folks and campers

Heading home

But no so us

Our time to play

two weeks is ours

on holidays

A charcoal fire

With cast iron grill

Dogs, fries and steaks

All bellies filled

While sipping tea

a book is read

the tired pups

sent to their beds

My lady too

Is fast asleep

so to the internet

I creep

While of the day

my mind does roam

I take a sec

to write this poem

No work of art

on silver tray

just simple verse

of one fine day

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