On the bench, while sitting there,
The river flows, with no care.
Such a scene in front of me,
Beauty fine, that is so free.
Granite rock along the shore,
Trees and shrubs, plus so much more.
Ducks swim past in front of me,
All of this, so truly free.
There a loon calls, oh so near,
And a thrush sings loud and clear.
Sitting ‘neath this tall pine tree,
Where I enjoy, beauty free.
©2020 Steve McLeod.