Have I ever enjoyed simple things
always too busy with life's everything
the breeze warm and flowing
cools my skin
the church bells are ringing
chiming and sounding out and around
the gardens , mixing with matinee warmth
the sun only does good
filtered through space and sky
a present drops into my lap,
as the breeze skims by
gifted from the tree overhead
into my lap some woody flotsam
a creamy, yellowy seedhead
so fragile on this new day
the seeds crumble into my dress
the trees rustle and sway
I'm thinking I'm feeling blessed
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PoetryA joke poem about an apartment I stayed in, which all looked very lovely on the surface, but in actual fact nothing worked properly
