Sitting in my car by a field
on a sunny Sunday afternoon
watching the swallows
doing aerobatic in the sky.
I had my window open in case one
wanted to fly in and say hello.
I watched as they swooped
low across the field.
Relaxing I watched in calm repose
at nature’s bounty in the field outside my car.
I closed my eyes for a few moments
feeling relaxed by all I could see.
Knowing deep down inside
this old world was good to me.
10-14 July 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem makes the reader feel a calm sensation of good and a welcoming atmosphere of hope. I love it. God bless you. You may read my poem: FLOOD OF FLAME. stay blessed