A Perfect DayA Poem by linearA Very special dayIt was a normal summers day in england warm, humid with dark rain clouds gathering
The forcast had said a few scattered showers I had cancelled my meetings for the day
And so decided to drive to one of the many stately homes to dream of how life used to be for the lucky few
The rain started in a light flurry but now seemed like a torrent lashing the leaves of the willow tree's
So I drove south, windscreen wipers a blur as I passed through Trafford the rain eased, the sun once quite hidden now shone
A small park to my left, is not the place I meant to go but nevertheless stopped
It was a lovely park flower gardens, secluded abours, and a band was playing
I sat and listened to the old time music watching children play
Cabbage White's and the occasional red fluttered in and out of my vision the sun was warm, the day beautiful
People clapping at the end of each tune the quiet sound of chattering folk
All was so peaceful I sat there listening, taking as much as possible in
When a voice said "Linear that's you!" An elderly man stood over me, smiling and nodding his head
"Yes" I said thats my name "Oh please come and play for the People won't you?"
"I'm sorry I dont play anymore" "Nonesense I saw you only two weeks ago at the Royal, you brought the house down"
I can't say why I played but I did
My fingers flew as my music drew the crowds to the pavillion they say I always play well, but that afternoon I played the best I had ever played
Alas the dark clouds rolled in it was time to leave the first few drops of rain could be felt
I drove home feeling so content, so happy lying in bed that night I lived through the day again, fell asleep dreaming of it
Linear slept that night, never waking to the sound of early morning birds nor by the the evening rain
It had been his most perfect day the only thing missing was he had no one to share it with
© 2012 linearAuthor's Note
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Added on August 12, 2012Last Updated on August 12, 2012 AuthorlinearManchester, United KingdomAboutDon't worry if the sparrows chirp today, for tomorrow the nightingle will sing. I will read as I please, but will always comment on those who take the time to honestly comment my scribbles......I w.. more..Writing
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