My Way Home
Sat by the willow tree
Beneath its dappled shade
Passers-by
In various topics of conversations
Here's things I heard whilst sitting;
Oh, look there's their babies
My bass guitar's just sitting there
Have you played since?
No
The boys says no don't do it
Erm...l
Drinks tonight
Are they actually?
No
We've got the funds meeting next Wednesday
I know
I know what you're doing
(Something in French, I don't understand)
As the willow tree sways gently
The fountain falls rhythmically behind
Such a beautiful day
Who knew it would be so...
The accountant says
Hahaha
Yeah they do that fragrance, yeah yeah
In Harrow
And he gets....(I won't repeat)!!
The parents of two baby ducklings
Stand guard as people wonder by...
As the ducklings
Explore their green surrounds...
I can see you working on the problem
I'm getting plain white with pearls
Abstract football
Strange the conversations we have
What you hear in passing
A helicopter fly's overhead
In a soft white cloud filled sky
The sun shining so bright
The ducklings parent's still stand guard
They're in storage
Oh, look at the baby, look at the baby
See you there, merci
Very unconvincing
And there the conversations end
As I slowly make my way home...
© PoetReBlossoms
17.06.2024
Beneath its dappled shade
Passers-by
In various topics of conversations
Here's things I heard whilst sitting;
Oh, look there's their babies
My bass guitar's just sitting there
Have you played since?
No
The boys says no don't do it
Erm...l
Drinks tonight
Are they actually?
No
We've got the funds meeting next Wednesday
I know
I know what you're doing
(Something in French, I don't understand)
As the willow tree sways gently
The fountain falls rhythmically behind
Such a beautiful day
Who knew it would be so...
The accountant says
Hahaha
Yeah they do that fragrance, yeah yeah
In Harrow
And he gets....(I won't repeat)!!
The parents of two baby ducklings
Stand guard as people wonder by...
As the ducklings
Explore their green surrounds...
I can see you working on the problem
I'm getting plain white with pearls
Abstract football
Strange the conversations we have
What you hear in passing
A helicopter fly's overhead
In a soft white cloud filled sky
The sun shining so bright
The ducklings parent's still stand guard
They're in storage
Oh, look at the baby, look at the baby
See you there, merci
Very unconvincing
And there the conversations end
As I slowly make my way home...
© PoetReBlossoms
17.06.2024
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