Sitting In My Lawn Chair Tanning

Sitting in my lawn chair tanning On my little patch of asphalt, Many things I see occurring I normally just would not see. Like spiders spinning dinner webs, Butterfly on its way somewhere, Loose leaves blowing around on lawns And emmets running race car speeds. I hear the rustle of tree leaves In summer breezes in my trees, The roar of municipal trucks And heavy things get moved around. Once in a while I’ll see a plane High in my sky of blue up there, Many people fling somewhere And I will say a prayer for them. Sitting in my lawn chair tanning, Relaxing…I take it all in… Deep in my dozy mind and fade Into this summer afternoon. W.C.Hull © 2020-I53-K53-21-L61-21