I long for a place,
A place in the sun,
Where a body can rest.
And watch everyone
As they go by,
While restful I lie
Back in a chair.
Without worry or care;
Give me a place
A place in the sun
Where I can plant
Daisies and one’s
Favorite herbs and tender young greens,
Tomatoes and carrots,
And lots of green beans;
Give me a place,
A place in the sun
Where I can see
Kids as they run,
Shouting and laughing,
Joyful at play,
Give me that place,
Anytime, anywhere,
For now I labor
Hard ‘neath the sun,
My body grows weak,
My work still undone;
I look to the skies
And tearful, I say,
Give me that place, Lord,
Give it today.
Sandra Lee Smith, March, 2010
Just followed your page and I am honestly so impressed with your poems 🙂
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Thank you so much; I really appreciate the feedback. – Sandy
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