Rocking Chair
The rush of life does disappear
in the steady cadence of a rocking chair
when out the window I do stare
at life unjaded, quiet and spare.
As I rock, I see the most lovely lines
flowers uplifted, tendrils on vines
birds a flutter sing songs from on high
time is captured in my mind's eye.
Written in August, 2009
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2016
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