Simplicity
SIMPLICITY
When little things were very small
And no-one worried much at all
The world was wide and very kind
And no-one ever got behind
And no-one had a useless life
And no-one struggled to survive
When school and work were always done
With laughter in the dancing sun
No complicated times to keep
No nights of tossy turny sleep
The world was kind and wide and good
No shortage anywhere of food
And soft the rain on God’s good earth
And black and white the same were worth
The sea was clean the air was clear
Uncluttered skies from far to near
In field and garden,
Home and hill
Those little things are precious still.
John Puckett
Copyright © John Puckett | Year Posted 2025
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