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