Any World Poem by Paul Butters

Such glorious sunshine soaks those misty mounts,
Bedecked with foliage, billowing up.
A lazy languid day set in slow time.
That smothering sea-fret creeps upon the shore.

This heat is heavy, punctuated only
By an onshore breeze.
We love our summers, beaming down
Upon our heads. We love our freedom
Even more.

So let’s get packed, and jump aboard, whatever
Takes us to those sunny, palmy sands.
On any world we choose.