Sunday Afternoon, Last Sun
Some sit they chat,About the weeks events,
Others sit and watch,
Survey todays tidings.
These times so few,
Of chill and relaxation,
So varied options,
From not so long ago.
Crowds gather to enjoy the sun,
The last sun of this years wet months,
Grab what they can before it darkens,
Leaves abandoning their branches to mulch.
Sunday afternoons a time gone by,
Once a home bound time,
Families full of mothers labours,
To satisfy the weeks missed togetherness.
Now options aplenty,
Of things to do,
Of time to spend together,
Are these more gathered times ?
© S Murphy 2008
Poetry by Steve Murphy
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Written on 2008-10-16 at 22:16
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