Come join me at
my table,
The coffees'
hot and steaming...
A peaceful place
I often use,
For musing and
for dreaming.
it's just a
country kitchen,
Efficient, not
elite...
Where I can hear
birds as they sing,
And watch them
as they eat.
My table
is not just for meals,
But for my daily
plan...
I organize
and then enjoy,
A brief rest
when I can.
I watch the
birds as they fly in,
To grab a few
quick bites...
Then gone again
as they resume,
Their necessary
flights.
Their colors
bright as rainbow's hue,
With brilliance
meant to please me...
Like the songs
that each one sings,
A haunting sound
to tease me.
And even though
there's work that waits,
That cries
out to be done...
I'd rather sit
and watch the birds,
For that is much
more fun.
If you come by,
I'm sure to say,
Come join me at
my table...
We'll rest a
bit, then we'll move on,
Revitalized
and able.
© 05/24/09
Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Sound Effects:
Morning (a .wav file)
