It was so quiet I could have heard a pin drop. I have tried to describe the peace I felt.
Summer Sunday
Not a breath of air,
Nor rustle of leaf
Make a sound from the trees
Above my seat.
The occasional flutter
From the wing of a bird
Or scamper of feet
From the squirrel can be heard.
All is well
With the world today
As we peacefully watch
Natures array.
The pile of sewing is where I sit.
Oh yes. I almost forgot. That is my latest quilt I am working on. Doing it the old fashioned way, all hand sewing. So both the ditty and the quilt are my contribution to Handmade Monday if I can find out how to join in. lol.
Your poetry is perfect, my hubby and I went for a walk along a local footpath yesterday evening and you poem completely describes how things were.
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Such bliss Carol, I would have joined you with strawberries, a few homemade scones with clotted cream and a cup of tea, sorting out the troubles of the world, job done. Reminiscent of the film ' How to make an American Quilt'
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, lovely photo and conjures up such blissful images. Also lovely to have you join us with Handmade Monday x
ReplyDeleteSounds like a blissful day! Your 'workspace' is fabulous!
ReplyDeleteSounds idyllic! Your poems are so wonderful at painting such amazing pictures in your mind.
ReplyDeleteYour poem captures the stillness of a summers day
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem my dear looks like a very tranquil place to sew xxx
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem and looks like a very tranquil place to sew xxx
ReplyDeleteLove the poem-it sums up a lovely summer day perfectly.Love that tree-perfect place for a picnic!Looking forward to seeing the quilt when it's done.
ReplyDeleteI always have my windows open whilst sewing, very peaceful to listen tithe outdoors, but your way is fab!! X
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you, that makes me want to go sit outside and enjoy. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThe words just fit perfectly.Hugs Mrs A.
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