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On a Summers Bench.

Foreword - This piece was inspired by literally laying on a park bench during a warm summers day. My children playing happily in the park, other children too, the sounds surrounded me as I gazed up from my lazy slumber.


The rustle of leaves and breeze gently stir

The swirl around me, my senses lured

The summer song of birds in a tree

That drifts in the air, my mind goes free


The pathways before me

Dappled with light

Dancing and changing

My thoughts take flight


On a Summers bench, I look above me

Into the abyss, a canvas blue hanging

All above me, is a giant just waiting

To be overtaken with those vapour white criss crosses


Of roaring silver bullets, my peace to disturb

On these summery days, lazy and long

This crazy mad world, doesn't seem so wrong.


(©) Dom Giddy 2018

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