Relaxing In The Garden Poem by Phil Soar

The coffee's on the table
My laptop's on there too
I'm sitting writing poems
As there's nothing I can do
My chores are done, the garden smells
Of fragrances galore
I sit and type, and watch the wildlife
Passing by my door

No other pastime that I know
Can fill my day with glee
I feel that all the sights and sounds
Are here, to just please me
So when I get a moments rest
I sit out with my drink
And as the world just floats on by
I write things as I think