A Place of Comfort For Me
Down by the spring's watery edge
I soak my feet to cool them from
the long, day's heavy dread.
The shade of the pine tree's tops
give notice to the cooler, filled with bright
colored pops. I soak up the warm Summer
breeze, as I watch the yellow daisy's
busy with the bumble bees.
Friends are laughing and children
at play with family and friends.
This has become a place of comfort for me,
when the day has come, almost it's end.
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