Sitting Alone Poem by Phil Soar

Sitting Alone



I sit alone in my garden
Listening to the sounds of life
Watching the hustle of nature
And all the while my mind is open
To persuasion
To nature

Sounds that take me to places I dream of
Bountiful islands where sand meets sea
Those sounds take me there
And I bask in the warmth
While I sit alone in the garden
I am there

Thursday, April 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: gardens,life,nature
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