Tim Horton's
I'm off to Horton's!
Where's my coat?
Where's my gloves
and hat I tote?
Head to wind
I walk the path
with all my strength
within God's wrath.
Losing time
I start to wander.
'Behold' the stars;
their size I ponder.
Getting close
my feet relax.
I gaze ahead.
The wind it slacks.
I reach the door
and pull the handle.
Air rushes out
warm as a candle.
The lights a-glare.
There's several tables.
I place my order
and spread my fables.
I take my seat
and rest my coffee
then raise it up.
My arms like toffee.
The sip is bitter
but starts to quench.
I swallow gently.
My throat a-drench.
I sit and rest.
Half hour aside.
Get up to leave.
My hunger subside.
I exit quick
fresh with air.
Head held high
and head of hair.
I'm headed home
without goodbye's
and at my back
the other's eyes.
I look ahead
toward my home
and move my feet
and start to roam.
I will come back
and won't forget:
I love Tim Horton's
without regret.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2014
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