A Saturday Morning

This poem may sound a bit cheesy, but it was fun to write as Vivi and I met up with all these things on our walk this morning.

A SATURDAY MORNING

Grass mowers,

Leaf blowers,

Weed hoers,

Seed sowers,

Garden growers,

Fertilizer throwers,

Curb trim roar-ers,

I don’t knowers,

Hardware store goers.

Not to Mention

Crowded stores,

Signs for wet floors

Cash no mores,

Which bathroom is yours,

Not like befores,

In and Out doors.

All negated by

Walking with ease,

Holding Vivi’s leads,

Knowing she sees

Every one of these.

We hear birds in the trees,

Smell the fall leaves,

Feel a cool breeze,

Sunshine to please

As the day proceeds,

Everything I need,

And there are no fees,

For God’s peace is free.