Sunday Afternoon, Last Sun

Some sit they chat,
About the weeks events,
Others sit and watch,
Survey todays tidings.

These times so few,
Of chill and relaxation,
So varied options,
From not so long ago.

Crowds gather to enjoy the sun,
The last sun of this years wet months,
Grab what they can before it darkens,
Leaves abandoning their branches to mulch.

Sunday afternoons a time gone by,
Once a home bound time,
Families full of mothers labours,
To satisfy the weeks missed togetherness.

Now options aplenty,
Of things to do,
Of time to spend together,
Are these more gathered times ?




S Murphy 2008




Poetry by Steve Murphy
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Written on 2008-10-16 at 22:16

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I really like this, life brings about changes as do seasons, wonderfully put. Welcome to the bay, I look forwards to reading more of your work

Elle x
2008-10-16