Sunny Afternoons

It’s been warm and sunny today so this old poem came to mind – we were just missing the cooling breeze


Warm and sunny afternoons

are made for doing nothing,

absolutely nothing.

Don’t worry about the washing or

get out and prune the roses,

just enjoy the afternoon.

And feel the warmth of sun on skin,

and feel the gentle, cooling breeze,

that rustles through the uncut grass,

that hides the fences peeling paint,

that frames the weeds between the roses –

still unpruned.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon). Real name Peter Tapsell...just started off writing under a pseudonym and kept going.

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