Each evening come the sunset hour
We sit and put the world to right
Enthralled we watch its beauty
As it’s slowly poured into a crystal glass
The lounger always feels more comfortable
Far removed from that office chair
The sound of chatter, echoing from tree tops bird song
Then the peace and quiet which surrounds
You’d walk a long country mile to witness natures beauty.
(c)Poetry from The ManShed
19/08/19
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