Personal Poetry Challenge Day Fifty-Five

Another awesome day at my trailer with my wife and my dog.  What more inspiration do I need then that?

Enjoy!

Trailer Season.

To sit before a crackling blaze,
Beneath an open sky.
And then to share with my true love,
Some tasty lemon pie.

To walk my dog and see old friends,
I don’t all winter see.
It’s all these things and more that mean
Trailer season to me.

To doze outside and listen to,
The blue jays as they call.
And chipmunks crash about so loud,
Despite they are so small.

A breeze in shade on sunny days,
Helps me relax again.
When clouds roll in I love the sounds,
Of thunder in the rain.

I’d stay all summer if I could,
But work says that can’t be.
So every day’s a special gift,
That’s so precious to me.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Forty-Five

Trailer season is starting again.  Means that I will once more be measuring time in terms of how long ’til I get to go back.

My Happy Place

This coming week my season starts,
We head back to the lake.
We’ll open up our trailer then,
Our love of peace to slake.

To sit upon my deck and watch,
The jays and finches fly.
While chipmunks madly rush about,
And skunks go ambling by,

The Trilliums will be in bloom,
They paint the hillside white,
And up above ten trillion stars,
Look down on us each night.

Our neighbours are a pleasant lot,
They gather by the fire.
And as they drink the volume of,
Their songs keeps getting higher.

I’m looking forward to the days,
With feet up on my deck.
We have an awning so the rain,
Cannot my downtime wreck.

So come the Monday I will be,
Back in my happy place.
And all my oares and all my woes,
It’s peace will then erase.

Cheers, Winston