Let me sit in the shade,
Of this live oak tree.
Where ole brother Sol,
Can't get to me.
Hiding neath the leaves,
On a hot summer's day.
My eyes start to close,
As I drift away.
Relaxing in the shadows,
Of the defused light,
With a glass of ice water,
Longing for the night.
Another long afternoon,
In my ole lazy chair.
As the south wind blows,
Gently through my hair.
8/19/13 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like paradise my friend... I'm wishin' I was there.