I was out in the open air
been there by the old casuarina branch
that I used to watch and sing
at the garden steps below.
It was a tiny lawn
recently mowed
the cuttings were dry
shrivelled and brown.
The patio was quiet
a little breeze blew
moved the scattered leaves
the silent chimes too.
The mood was rustic
this warm return hollow
where I while away
my moments in time
and take flight when the day is done.
Said I:
Here's indeed a place to rest
to seek a peaceful mind
that will remember and recall
this windswept lawn
the patio and the trees
I wished to be my own.
MOOD, 29 June '08.
( The above graphics done in Kuching and shared on FB on 26 May, 2020.)
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