MUSINGS ON THE VERANDA AT FAIRVIEW GARDEN FARM, WHILE OTHERS ARE TOURING THE GROUNDS...

I have nothing to read

And no errands to run

I am sprawled in my chair

My face to the warm sun

Up above--leafless tree

All branched stark in a pose

I'm not moving--asleep

A fly lands on my nose

The tall pepper tree droops

Its dry leaves to the ground

And some tiny red berries

Are down there to be found

Old dead vines on the trunk

There's an ancient tree house

A fine refuge for children

And--oh--many a mouse

Some vague traffic I hear

But far off in the street

Fresh manure spread out

Gives my nostrils a treat

I have nothing to do

A rare moment indeed

And just being myself

Is now all that I need