Times Like These

Early Morning Times Like These As I reposed one early morning Upon my yellow lawn chair on My freshly cut grass in warmth of Summer’s blazing sun at eight am, By my wrist watch, I found myself half dozing off again To sounds of music, country soul, From someone’s radio, Drifting in from somewhere close by Other than here, where I reposed. Yon ocean seemed to have no end, Just falling of an edge unseen, Warming my early morning toes Midst screeching sounds of sea gulls And shrills of other seashore wingies High in my deep blue sky. Ocean waters sent wavelets Lapping golden sands And waves washing Already smooth stones, Some wearing white mustaches, Once in a while. It was early morning bacon, Toast and eggs time And scents of it all Filled my morning air. I love morning times like these, don’t you? W.C.Hull © 2018-28-7-1036