Rockin Chair

Rockin Chair I sit in my rockin chair and think of things far and near. Things like the weather, and whether I want soup or salad for dinner. I listen to the birds sing, and think things, that make me dream. I watch butterflies float, And hear the bullfrog gloat. Creak Creak Creak Creak says the squeak, of that old chair on the floor. Regrets, hopes and prayers fly, and not a day goes by, that you’re not on my mind. Creak Creak Creak Creak Over and over again, over there, bye and bye I got so much I need to do. But… what do I really want to do? The joy of that rockin chair; Now where’s my friend to meet me there?