Idlingly Replete – A poem for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles




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: