On the evening shade with a drink
smell the cow dung, what a stink!
ignoring the traffic on the road
ponds are brimming with toads!
Idling the hours writing poems
that right girl, you show them!
let your mind be at peace
for the war is to cease
I don,t mean to pry, but aren’t you bored?
No, as I get the inspirations from the Lord
and from Myself the words just flow
whilst my spirit harmony grows
With a coffee, paper and pen
I sit relaxed and with Zen
the power within flows free
so come and join me!
I let the turmoils wash over me
sitting in the evening shade
watching the people mill about
whilst the daytime light fades