fine Things Poem by Gomer LePoet

Fine Things

I am sitting here with a nice glass of wine
conjuring thoughts of things that are fine
like the laugh or giggle of a small baby child
or a purr of a kitten that's been saved from the wild
the stars in the sky when you look up to gaze
on a cool fall evening there are so many ways
you close your eyes and think up new dreams
of this wonderful world it's more than it seems
for whatever you can imagine it probably is real
the sense of seeing, of hearing, and feel
drink it all in like this nice glass of wine
conjuring thoughts of things that are fine

Gomer...