Ramble
Warm winds sing above green trees,
As crickets chirp in evening's breeze.
And you embrace this tranquil scene,
Dancing naked with sweet Jolene.
Playing all day with a crooked broom
whisking troubles from your room.
Leaving just a tranquil space
and a happy smile on your face.
To live again for a cardboard box,
To glide along the equinox,
Beneath the moon, across a sea,
Living only to be free...
To see the world with joyful eyes,
No belly ache or sighing cries.
Now wouldn't life be apple pie
Flying away to the vagrant sky.
written 2020.01.18
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2020
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