On the Veranda

Since I retired and after my jobs for the day The list now completed and tools put away I take time out just to sit in the shady spot, To muster my thoughts and empty the coffeepot. Whether it be morning, noon or night, I sip my coffee let my mind take flight. I sit and maybe write of things occurred. To sit and do nothing sounds quite absurd. My thoughts are allowed to meander along, While the waterfall gurgles to a cicada's song. It's a peaceful place just to sit and muse, See the ships on the Med where people cruise. Time spent on boats on the sea is not for me. A landlubber I was born and always will be. While I sit here reading, the sun catches my eyes, It's time to go indoors when I start swatting flies. So off to my computer with coffee I am set, To write this all down before I forget. © Dave Timperley 19 September 2016