There are many pleasures
This world would suggest
But I love the measure
Of simple things best
I love the reprieve
Of a garden nook
With a cup of tea
And a poetry book
I love to yield
To guilt-free temptation
Strolling a field
On a mini-vacation
…beneath blue-sky canvas
Of cotton-tuft art
While sun-flower glances
Soften my heart
I love the music
Of walnut tree sighs
Etched in perfection
Against summer skies
Of all the fine pleasures
This world would suggest
I love the measure
Of its simple things best
© Janet Martin
This brought a smile to my face as it reminded me of the very first poem I wrote way back in 1970, "I enjoy simple things". Yours being so much better but the message is mostly the same. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteEery so often i need to write a 'Simple things' poem...e reminder to really see them, when the un-simple attempts to take over:)
ReplyDeleteThank-you.