Cool Morning Breeze Poem by William Ryan

The sun peeks right through the trees
I can feel the cool autumn breeze
Not to long have I been up
I love the porch and a steaming cup
Now retired and not a lot to do
So mornings like this are nothing new
But no two are ever the same
More like a new picture in an old frame
Still I love the crisp morning air
And the beauty that God has to share
I worked hard but really didn't mind
It paid off I hope to find
But for now I'll take what I can get
And each morning on the porch I will sit.