Treasure Island

Ronald Chapman


Sunrise To Sunset


From sunrise to sunset.
Father lord, mother earth.
Though my own hands will choices be set.

Shivering, shivering, shivering!
I am,
On this cold morning.
My doggy is shivering! Send him a sweater. Please!

Give me some hot cinnamon oatmeal.
I need to warm my bones fast.
Half of the morning past,
Warm temperatures at last.
The time has come.
Open doors and windows fast!

Ah! Warm at last.
I found a pickle from yesterday,
I munched on a salad of lettuce, onion and tomato,
Green tea too.
Time to write some poetry,
What should I write about today?

'I'm all "rumbly in my tumbly'
What should I eat?
Yummy, baked ziti and summer veggies.
For supper,
Looks sweet.

Day gives up the light,
Close the windows and doors fast!
Sun says sleep tight,
So sad, chilly cold night has come again.
Get under the blankets fast.
Good night!

Submitted: Wednesday, August 06, 2014

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