62500
for the alarm clock
no day of rest
ringing rudely on my nightstand
rising in time
to don our Sunday best
off to church in Morristown
Lord's Day behest
Winding down the scenic drive
past softball games in Johnson Park
such a placid morning there
the dogs refrain to bark
my backyard disturbances
the woodpecker and the lark
no sidewalk asphalt
some days
no one will ever pass
I quietly walk the ten yards to the shed
Gently removing the mower to trim the grass
Small bucket of water
Container of windex to clean the patio glass
It is the middle of summer
No leaves on the lawn to rake
She is in the kitchen
Seasoning chicken breast and steak
When all is grilled well done and served
I will kick my feet up on the lounge chair
And take a needed break
Another pleasant Byram Sunday
Neighbors nestled on raised decks and patios
Some remaining inside for the day
Catching up on missed Netflix shows
Or trekking down the hill to the lake
Where a soft summer wind blows
Watchful eye on my grill
Admonished to not let the grilling burn
She looks down from the kitchen window
With minimum concern
Pleasant Byram Sundays
Someday, we might return
