Summer's delights close to home




My Backyard Paradise

The sun stretches across my lawn,

stenciling the fresh cut grass.

My beagle carpeting the garden

with his lazy whiskered sleep;

I read a book with squinted eyes,

and drink ice tea in measured sips;

Life slows  to a leisured crawl,

in my backyard paradise.

 





Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2011-05-26 at 05:13

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I am pleased that you have found it, Hans, also pleased that you have artfully described it.
2011-05-30


shells
Ah the simple pleasures, I just have to substitute the beagle for my cat and I'm there. I really enjoyed the first two lines, especially "stencilling."
2011-05-27


countryfog
Paradise is made of simple pleasures . . . how often we complicate our lives by not appreciating them.
2011-05-26