Sunday Morning

Oh, what a sweet taste of honey

The sun high up resting in that perfect scene

               Family

Anxious to reach that destination

Gazing out at those beautiful fields of green

Almost like being lost

               Lost...

Lost in the soft touch of warm rays

The best feeling to be found

Calm

               And

                           Relaxed

With no plan at all

Dust flying up,

on that familiar gravel road

At last...

Sitting there in silence

               Peaceful

Searching for that satisfaction

Only to be found in nowhere

The fresh pears hang from the tree,

like the clouds in the sky

The quiet bluegill swim until caught.

And the berries wait to be picked.

Running around the barn.

The acres are filled with that melodic ring

Soon to be gathered together

Our alluring Safe Haven