On a Warm Day when the Fall is Near

By Andrew R. Duckworth

On a warm day when the fall is near
I sit outside and put my pen to use
Focusing on the things that I hold dear.

On a back porch, with my pad in hand
I listen to the songs the birds produce
On a warm day when the fall is near.

So relaxed I dare not stand
And in a certain trance I can’t break loose,
Focusing on the things that I hold dear.

Pondering over thoughts of my own brand
And pouring out on paper what I deduce,
On a warm day when the fall is near.

It beats the ocean or red desert sand
And on a perfect day, I can’t refuse
Focusing on the things that I hold dear.

I gaze upon the gently rolling land,
For a moment, live the life of a recluse,
On a warm day when the fall is near,
Focusing on the things that I hold dear.