Steve`s Country
For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
This Is You…A Poem.
This Is You
The melody of a singing bird,
After it arrives in spring,
A most pleasant sound that I have heard,
Truly moves my heart to shout and sing.
The fragile wings of a butterfly,
Cheerful colors going here and there,
Flower to flower, not asking why,
And floating so lightly through the air.
The soft gurgling of a country stream,
It’s refreshing water, clear and cool,
Sunlight drifting like a summer dream,
Ducks swimming ’round in a little pool.
Soft petals of a beautiful rose,
So rich, can other flowers compare?
But though there be so many of those,
Your beauty outshines, so lovely, so rare.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
Happiness, Or Not?…A Poem.
HAPPINESS, OR NOT?
I woke up happy to meet the day,
Ready to face it all the way,
I’m facing forward, come what may!
But nothing rough, or I’ll run away.
We’re ready to tackle anything,
Yet pebbles can cause our mood to swing.
Being happy means smooth days along?
Anything else makes us grump and groan?
Our happiness is not based on things,
Problems should not give happiness wings
To fly off somewhere unknown to us,
Leaving us only to fume and fuss.
Don’t count on others to bring a smile,
When you frown and complain all the while.
The choice is yours, only you can make
That happiness choice, for goodness sake!
© 2019 Steve McLeod.
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