Parasol
Never say never
Washing's out, pleasant weather
A gentle breeze is blowing
Clothing flags are flying
Butterfly tree is flowering
The bees are humming
A glorious day was shared by all
As I snoozed beneath my parasol
Footnote:
This was the view in my garden and the end result.
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Why? PoetsPub 2021 Achievement Hunter Challenge
PoetryCompilation of submissions to @PoetsPub Summer 2021 Challenge.
