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
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