I as drifting along
No where to go
Singing a song
Felling so and so
I see the trees
Full of color
Beautiful leaves
This is wonder
The sun is bright
Reflects off of water
What a sight
The rest doesn’t matter
Birds are singing
Obviously happy
Their song is ringing
No one clapping
Waves are slow
Landing on shore
Like a one-horse plow
Couldn’t ask for more
I am in a daze
Eyes barely open
I feel a craze
But am merely hoping
The day will end
Then the news
Letters to send
Then I’ll cruse
Stanski
October 5, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 