Our Deck

Our Spring was good for trees and grass,

the pollen’s high but that will pass.

Winter’s gone and none too soon,

enjoy the warmth til’ Harvest Moon.

A piece we own of our great earth,

means more to us than it is worth.

Quite small but thank our lucky stars,

because no debt and it’s all ours.

A peaceful place to sit and read,

there’s not much more that we both need.

No Ball & Chain around our neck,

we sit in peace upon Our Deck.

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