Whilst I sit beneath a tree and read,
Glorious nature comes to slumber at my feet.
Some covet fortune with eyes full of greed,
While I desire time spent idlingly replete.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/January/2019
This poem was written in response to Kira’s Sunday Scribbles, see link below:
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/20/kiras-sunday-scribbles-26/
Tales from the mind of Kristian 