Back Yard
Just sitting on my back porch.
In my back-yard.
Looking into the sky.
No worries.
Keep things simple.
Take it easy today and tomorrow.
Live alone.
That’s the way it goes.
See birds fly.
Skim through the air, by and by.
Just wondering.
Just relaxing.
Take in the air.
Smoke a cigar.
Live out in the country.
This is how it should be.
Home made iced lollies,
our taste of back yard summer,
sharing Vimto smiles.
noisy crow
digging squirrel
privacy fence
While watching the stars way up high,
my thoughts drift to another time,
sleeping beneath a clear summer sky,
four sisters all in childhood's prime.
My thoughts drift to another time,
another place where innocence was bred,
four sisters all in childhood's prime,
talking and giggling as we climbed into bed.
Another place where innocence was bred,
when the night was dark and the stars shown bright,
talking and giggling as we climbed into bed,
counting the shooting stars in the sky at night.
When the night was dark and the stars shown bright,
after a long and exhausting day at play,
counting the shooting stars in the sky at night,
all our cares just up and flew away.
After a long and exhausting day at play,
sleeping beneath a clear summer sky,
all our cares just up and flew away,
while watching the stars way up high.
My back yard
in the back
where we entertain family guest
the back year
winter's fire pit
spring summer
dust to dark movies
9/25/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR. © 2020
LUNE POETRY TYPE USED
We were raised in a large city
Accessed by, car, taxi, or bus
Sidewalks went to who knows where
But the back yard was country to us
Fenced in but hardly containing
Three very large trees we could climb
Half grass, half dirt, where we could run
Our playground for most of the time!
We had fun, my brother and I
And neighbor kids too, there would be
One thing, that we would discover
Was a post leaned against a tree
Where'd it come from, why was it there?
Could we move it if we so deemed?
Did the tree hold it or it the tree?
Could it be heavy as it seemed?
We had fun climbing that old post
Then we'd slide back down on our feet
But it came to a crashing halt
When I tried to slide on my seat!
Attacked by a hook shaped splinter,
My spanking region, it abused
We had to wake up my mother,
She worked nights and was not amused!
Face down on the doctors table
His scalpel, the Doc would apply
And every time he made a cut
Brought a tear to my brothers eye!
Just a memory from the past
A lesson to think first was had
At least though, since that incident,
A spanking did not seem as bad!
deer in my back yard
just watching me check her oil
hating progression
God In Back Yard
Played with God in back yard again,
Which is what I always did intend;
Was so much fun,
In what we had done;
So my poem to Him I have to send.
Jim Horn
as the party was over
me and some had a clover
we dance and swing
some us sing
than the mine got wet
you can bet
we had
BACK YARD SEX
Twin poplars over eighty feet
one proud and full of life
Then nature in a twist of fate
crept in one windy night
Nature doesn't pick and choose
it takes what's in its path
The feeble weakling of the two
a victim of its wrath
Laying there upon the ground
thirty feet of tree
Stretched across the fallen leaves
so very sad to see
With winter coming very soon
I know the joy it'll bring
I slowly cut it into logs
and my heart began to sing
My fireplace will come to life
bringing warmth and bliss
And nature in its twist of fate
will give us happiness.....
Plants, Trees, Hills, and Grass
White shed black trim corner back
School and Park with kids
Path near fence where two dogs track
Green, Brown, Orange, Yellow, Red, Black
Five Pines fifty years
Rock garden and sidewalk near
Lilac Bushes two
Squirrels, Chipmunks, Birds fly through
Expanse of sky white and blue
Back yard oasis singing
Leaves like bells ringing
Barbeque Charcoals on fire
Burgers, Brats, cooked to desire
if it rome or here at home
they love the sight
of country day light
there day
as they play
it started
its
KIDS AND BACKYARDS
Home BACK door,
A YARD far,
A BIRD blah,blah,
The Back yard bird in wound and scar!
when its summer
we're backyard bummer
get food started
all nights partyed
it goes on
if like we're re live
its a treat
our
BACKYARD AND SPARE RIDS
this i won't share
we would clean bare
it was the rout
of the old south
it had a big bell
OUT
OLD BACK YARD WELL
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