Summer Friday Evening

A row of jazzy underwear Wafts gently in the breeze Pegged to the clothes line Strung between two trees. A garden brolly provides Shade from the evening sun, Chickens scratch the earth In their wire netting run. The cockerel struts his stuff through The chicks of this years hatch, Beans and peas and potatoes Grow profusely in their patch. Veggies for the table All home grown In what I've always wanted A garden of my own. Discarded children's toys Are scattered on the green But the kids are in bed Quietly sleeping so not seen. Blue Geraniums are covered By wasps and bees and flys Flitting to and fro for pollen All sights restful to the eyes. A summer Friday evening, A whole weekend ahead Stretched lazily in my lounger In my hand a glass of red Contemplating life, counting All my blessings one by one Hoping the rest is as good As as that already gone. In my little country garden Resting in the shade My loved one by my side I've really got it made. Next week is round the corner For now just living for the day, This gentle summer breeze Blowing all my cares away.