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
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
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