Sitting in Kings Garden pt2
This summers day in the middle of march,
brings out the tong in me.
My ears dance with the sound of my library,
but then I pause.
My head rests against a comforting bark,
and hammers noise is heard through Eden's garden.
The rumble of a plain overhead,
the rustle of grass under my torso,
laughter and giggles of gaggles of students,
sitting and chatting,
in Kings Garden!