A Beautiful Day Poem by Ted Sheridan
A Beautiful Day
The grass grew virtually overnight; the Buttercups
so tall they spilled their beauty on the lawn
I have fallen behind in my everyday chores and duties;
the mower quit working and is demanding a raise.
I couldn’t provide it with one; as I too have not been paid.
What the hell, I’m just sitting here on a Sunday,
trying to put off today what I can get done on Monday.
Reclining in my favorite deck chair, sunning my cancers;
admiring God’s work in the world. Such beautiful plush clouds;
the fruit trees in blossom and the birds singing to their young,
while mankind’s contributions crumble all about me
and the mower holds the gas can in utter contempt.
2008 © T Sheridan
this is a pleasant write ted, very much liked the way you saw your sunday with the buttercups singing to the birds
Nice imagery here, a very pleasant read. Good work Ms Sheridan!
An excellent work, I love it! Great picturing and word usage. ^_^
Wow! That's amazing. I don't know if I could write something like that. ^ - ^
Funny laid back poem ' The mower that holds in contempt the hand that feeds it with gas' Beautiful Sunday..regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I enjoyed sharing your beautiful day with you, Ted. Love those Buttercups! Thank you for your delightful poem! Best Wishes, Marilyn