Simplicity

There's such a simple thing as sitting on the porch Where summer rose of Sharon leaves overhang the rail I'm relaxed on our old fashioned swing made of slats Where a fine grey and white stray kitty cat has adopted us He prances gracefully and now and then rubs my legs with his tail Looking off I wonder at the avenue of great old trees They rise sky high lean to meet each other over the street Weather thus far has been hot to mild Today is mild I'm thinking....why don't I spend more time like this..... Why doesn't everyone spend more time like this? There is a pot of mixed flowers sitting on the post by the stairs and One or two early blossoms have burst out on the rose of Sharon tree The house next door has flowered nicely at the side The street so far as I can see is spotted with fine bloom Now a gentle breeze sweeps in just barely spreads and soothes my hair Yes this is pure luxury pure ecstasy Simplicity