Our Perfect Life
My wife and I share a dream,
a modest house among some trees.
A garden path beside meadows stream,
we’ll walk in a warm summer’s breeze.
Grass enough to set our chair,
under the sunrise of the day.
Washing our souls in the fresh air,
letting all our troubles melt away.
A lazy dog at our feet,
a glass of sweet tea in hand.
No phones, tablets, Facebook or tweets,
just her and me, following love’s command.
Quiet nights with no doors locked,
hearing nature in gentle breezes sway.
Awaken in morn’ without clocks,
we’ll thank God for another day.
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