Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Crisp And Freshened Air


It would be great to awaken,
To the scent of blooming roses.
As the dew is lifted to clear the mist,
With a blue sky appearing...
To be witnessed at dawn,
From an open window one breathes...
The crisp and freshened air.

It would be great to be awakened,
On a daily basis to immediately meditate...
For all the blessings one receives,
Without a hesitation to express...
An appreciation acknowledged,
To confess in devotion that is addressed...
That gift of life one gets and IS aware of it.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 16, 2013

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