There is peace all around,
A breeze softly blowing.
Sitting here rocking,
Listening to mowers mowing.
There are birds in the air.
with no plan, nor intent.
And butterflies fluttering
To find flowers with a scent.
Folks are walking their dog,
Or out to see the view.
Most of them are friendly
And will stop to talk with you.
Then, there are those who
Hurry and walk right by.
They don’t even look this way.
For me to wave or say “hi”.
So, I’ll just sit and rock
Enjoying this special time.
Putting my thoughts on paper.
Trying to make them rhyme.

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