Lingering Lane
Let’s stroll along Lingering Lane,*
Our footsteps the sweetest refrain.
No reason to hurry
For stresses and worry
Are never allowed, nor is pain.
The birds are a’chirp in the trees.
There’s always the gentlest breeze.
The flowers are blooming,
Their petals perfuming
The air, but not causing a sneeze.
It’s tempting to not want to leave
For to linger helps one to believe
That the paths that we choose
Will our lifetimes suffuse
With whatever we want to achieve.
*My 8-year-old grandson draws maps
for a hobby and Lingering Lane was one
of the streets on his latest map.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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