I Would Not Change This For the World

After a hard work day I sit With beer in hand, sun glasses on In the sun on my old lawn chair And listen, watch what goes on Here in my garden I keep well With flowers, trees and bushes low Where birds keep chirping to their mates To bring home worms to their chicks. At times I see an airliner Flying high in a huge blue sky And wonder where it’s headed to… How many times it will land. There on my asphalt parking lot I count some ants scurry around And notice spiders’ webs well built And other things at days end. I wouldn’t change this for the world For silver or for precious gold. Excuse me now, I gotta get… Two more very ice cold beers. W.C.Hull © 2020-18-6-WCH01-WCH1-28 W.C.Hull © 2020-12-7-H1479-2589-I53- K53-2-L61-2