Poetry

To See Your Sunday Morning

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To see your Sunday morning
On a January day
Back when all you knew
Was desolate and gray
But that was way back when
Long before the thaw
Hidin’ in an empty shell
Like a broken-down outlaw

To see your Sunday morning
In the pastels of Spring time
Underneath the dogwood blooms
Creates a feelin’ so sublime
Yesterday the snows melted
Now green grass you see
Do you wonder what it means for you?
I wonder what it means for me

To see your Sunday morning
As the summer sun climbs high
Casts away the clouds and cold
Don’t want them in July
No need for fancy airs
Or expensive destinations
Have some fun with a fat ol’ sun
Without no reservations

To see your Sunday morning
As the leaves begin to change
Floatin’ on an autumn breeze
Does it seem so strange?
To look back on everything
Where you were and where you are
Hopefully, my friend
You caught a ride on a shootin’ star.

Copyright © Drew Martin 2018

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