Swinging In The Hammock Poem by Larry Buddin

Swinging in the hammock,
My face upon the breeze,
I feel your body next to me,
Your legs across my knees.

I lay here and I wonder,
Upon a passing cottton cloud.
My mind is up there with it.
There’s nothing that is not allowed.

The birds chirp away the time,
On a lazy afternoon
I am lying with my match,
The one and only fitting spoon.

The dogs start up a ruckus;
Others answer on the hill.
And I am just here a’ laying,
With the girl from whence I get a thrill.

The kids are out there screaming;
Leaf blowers are blowing too.
Racecar traffic is whizzing by,
But it’s good to be swinging away the day with you.

Laying with you in the hammock
Is one of life’s greatest joys!
It’s the time we can appreciate,
Precious silence between the noise.