My World Poem by Thyris Taylor

I rush outside right after breakfast. There is not much time.
The morning air is cool and fragrant with the smell of
honeysuckle vines, Dogwood trees and flowering Magnolias.
Birds are chirping and singing in the early morning light.
Sparrows, Robins, Cardinals, and in the distance Bob Whites.

This great day that the Lord has made does not go unnoticed. Because
I am well schooled on the many ways that Mother Nature stirs the senses. The singing Bob whites, with their insistent little baiting, always entices one to whistle back although I hear their calls daily.

I sit on our porch and look up at a sky full of floating clouds.
The Sun creeps up a bit higher and bright blue sky colors appear.
I wish I could sit on a cloud and look down at the world below.
My fantasy is a magic world of Sun people going with the flow.

I am but a little black dude living in the government projects,
My parents have to work so grandmother looks after me every day.
Right now though I can watch the world from here on the porch.
I know any minute my mother will call saying 'let's go honey.'
Oooh if she could stay home with me, cloudy days would seem sunny.


By

Thyris Taylor