Contentment
So I sit upon my porch, just to get a bit of breeze,
On the north side of the house, under over-hanging trees.
I reckon there's no other fellow more content than I
In my small home in the valley, where I'll stay until I die.
This was taken out of a poem called "The Song of the Retired Farmer:
which I had entered in Poetry Soup.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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