The Garden Seat: a cyhydedd hir

A quiet place to sit,
think what I see fit,
and watch the birds flit
around the yard.

Not so much to seek
(a crumb, so to speak)
to make each work week
that much less hard.

And yet, through each day
small things block the way
and my time to play
cedes to something.

But when time is spare
I seek out that chair
and just sitting there
do great nothing.

10 APR 2004

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