My Patio Poetry

                                      My Patio

               I sit within your aged brick walls

                 secure from strident life;

                I see the tall and  lovely oaks

                  'way in the soft sunlight.

                 I hear the sound of chirping birds,

                   now near, now faraway;

                   theirs is the music of the air,

                    the symphony of the day.

                   The sun shines through the                                                

                     stirring  leaves,

                      the air is cool and sweet.

                      A yellow butterfly drifts by

                     to make the scene complete.

                    The sky, the trees, the  gentle                                       

                      breeze, I thank you all today;

                     you bring a message

                     to my heart from those who have

                     gone away.

                              ~ Annette Davidson Foley