In the wamth Of The EveningA Poem by peter DugganSitting by a pond listening to the wolvesIn The Warmth Of The Evening
Within the mystery of dusk As those frogs are singing sweetly I am sitting in my garden And I’m off my head completely But not with wine, nor smoking drugs I am high with life itself A wondrous silence touches me It’s a lovely shade of wealth
The day has been so hot today About forty centigrade As I just sit here Quietly And watch the daylight fade As those frogs they play their melody Like a song of destiny I’m so alive and opened wide And I feel so fancy free
Though the evening is so still and is as hot as Hell I watch those frogs around this pond Where they always do dwell As I see a star fall from the sky Such a lovely night like this It fills me up with tender joy How, lovely is this bliss
26 December 2018 © 2018 peter DugganReviews
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