�The Sunday Scene�

When we walk a Sunday morning scene
Sometimes you can smell churches or Christmas
And passing many well wishes
All on their lazy missions
They give us that early morning weekend respect
A green smile and a wrinkled wink
Did you notice the fame on the face of that couple that just said hello?
He was all Burroughs and brown tweed
And she was a Bardot with false minks

A tree branch dance finally breaks free
So the birds will have to relocate
But the squirrels are stubborn and stupid
They don’t hear poverty calling
And these winds take the dirt for a ride
And as usual it’s straight into my eye!
But I must be brave
Just wipe them clean
As nothing must spoil these seconds
When we walk a Sunday morning scene.