Musing
by Helen George

I lay on my back and gazed at the sky,
Watching the clouds as they drifted by,
Content and happy, no cares have I,
Just passing the time as my thoughts go awry.

Looking for shapes as I did when a child,
Look, there's a pony running and wild,
And that's a pirate, with the ghost of a smile,
Now a tiny babe who might stay for awhile.

And, so, the time passes as I rest for a spell,
It's quiet and peaceful here in the dell,
Then, in the distance, I hear a church bell,
And I stir for I know I should no longer dwell.

Then I brush myself off as I rise from the ground,
And head for the path that leads back toward town,
My mind's refreshed, no need for a frown,
Just a smile and a wink, as I lumber on down.