Sitting upon my porch one hot dusty afternoon,
My mind began a wandering off away,
To a glistening golden sandy beach,
Where tall green palm trees back ’n’ forth calmly sway.
Where crystal blue ocean waves are softly breaking,
On the luxurious soft, sun warmed sand,
Seagulls quickly scavenging for their food,
Whilst young children clasp seashells in their hand.
Where the Moon and Sun rise from an ocean horizon,
Playful dolphins are jumping up through the sky,
The sound of waves crashing on nearby rocks,
People staring at giant whales swimming by.
Thus with a drink in hand I stroll along,
Enjoying the salty breeze in my hair,
The warm, damp, sand moulds around my toes,
Whilst my sequinned silk dress adds it’s own flair.
Smells of a BBQ come from the path ahead,
Where everyone’s only smiles to be found,
There’s a salad bar fully freshly stocked,
With the season’s abundance from all around…
Then a gust of hot, dry, dusty wind,
Blows right through my outback garden to my face,
Snapping me right back to my dusty, dry, reality,
And the chaos of this days pace.
Yet, there’s an element of my mind wanting to stay,
Wanting the daydreams energy to harden,
Alas, it merely makes a mild wave through the day,
Thus For now dreamland must grant my pardon.
The Poetic Life 2.0 