To Feel the Sunshine On My Face
Where is your quiet place
When the days too much to face
Crunching down on autumn leaves
Walking beside a blue sea breeze
Is there some where built up in your head
Or your pottering around a garden shed
Doodling patturns in the sand
Or digging up potatoes from the land
I'm going off to my quiet place
To feel the sunshine on my face
Don't bother calling
I'll be leaving it in my car
Now bog off for a while, I won't be far.
Copyright © Charlotte Wakeman | Year Posted 2021
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