Phil Soar

Gold Star - 57,728 Points (28.06.1952)

Office Days - Poem by Phil Soar

Moving silently on gossamer wings
The faintness of sounds as a skylark sings
In the distance the sound of the traffic hums
While office employees just sit on their bums

And out in the fields, where nature provides
Some moments of beauty, to take in its stride
Behind office windows, the staff breathe a sigh
And stare at a clock, while the day passes by

Topic(s) of this poem: nature, work


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 19, 2017



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