Waking to the summer breeze
When my significant other half,Falls of her witching broom.
Time for me to move to the spare room,
Trouble is you see,
our spare rooms the balcony.
It's nice to sleep there summer nights,
As it is when spring has sprung,
To watch the shifting meadows;
Swaying tantalising in the sun.
With the sea of different grass's,
Moving in the summer breeze,
When the day has just begun.
Filling up with woodpeckers,
Squirrels and the like.
Sky full of geese,
The squeaky noise
Of the postman's bike.
As he cycles out of sight:
Sun warming creatures,
in the wood's,
Life itself sure feels good.
With the morning smell,
Of percolating coffee.
With that of fresh cooked bread,
To go with my home grown
breakfast, Bacon and eggs.
Ah god gave us the joy to life,
It's not reaching our destination.
But the enjoyment of the ride,
As well as having someone,
Beautiful by your side.
Then again if you haven't guessed it,
She will always be unequivocally.
My dearest friend my ever loving bride.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-11-21 at 23:55
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