I was in my backyard sunning, while lost in warm daydreams,
Enjoying red raspberries, while listening to the birds sing.
Lying on afternoon chaise, in the golden midst of hot July,
As I watched mauve butterflies, and lazy dragonflies go by.
Charmed by the bluest of skies, and the fragranced fresh air,
I felt that surely, there was not a better place anywhere!
The flowers were so lovely, and the grass was so deep green,
......
Those were such happy days, for I had lately been deeded a farm,
My aunt and uncle were retiring, so tillage had lost its charm.
Since they were childless, and to a retirement community bound,
It seemed I was headed to Alabama, and an absence of city sounds!
As I worked remotely on a computer, my job wouldn't be an issue,
So I seized the opportunity, for in life such chances may be few.
I had many happy memories, of childhood summers at their farm;
......
My friends and I were out strolling, in a lush park one day,
Just enjoying the scenes of the afternoon, as time flew away.
Sun kissed blooms blushed and swooned, under pale lazy clouds;
And nature was lush in the flora, which sometimes overcrowds.
We talked joked and laughed, in the way that good friends do;
In the relaxed manner of those, aware that the hearts are true.
The sunshine warmed the June, and the birds were everywhere,
......
I inherited a restaurant, from my parents who had retired.
It was a classy one, and only the best of staff were hired.
Overseeing its operation, was genuinely a labor of love,
As the noon warming sunshine, oversees lemony clouds above.
My passion and my pleasure, was to create brand new recipes;
And our able chef would have, them on the menu in a breeze.
Those dishes were popular, for I'd had some culinary training;
......
Brewing tea, shadowed by the trust in our faith,
bruised from your fist, beware the bite of my wraith.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip
https://effycreations.com/kwoas-world-trip/)
Life of an underground lyrical beast looking great
But one can imagine attempting to get the sure rate
To succeed, one's got to really hustle
And, yes, Life is pregnant with some kind of bustle!
Striving makes us great
But, How'd I get there, mate?
Nonstop hustle is, I trust, the sure key
But, first for God, I've got to be on my knee
If not both!
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Amaryllises fill the flower lover's small, white cottage,
In pinks, apricots and burgundy, near summer's edge.
A rich harvest of bliss, in every hue comes drifting down,
Painting the wilderness all colors, in nature's playground!
Sweet sun is setting scarlet as red fruit on high,
In a sizzling beauteous exit-apple pie in the sky!
We are caught up in the middle, of our passionate love affair,
In a world still so young, sweet dreams can blossom anywhere!