A Poem For Saturday 

 

By Sharon Lea

 

I like to sit with the window open
listening to the Saturday blues

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birds chirping a familiar song
a classic car revving it's engine

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neighbors chatting in the driveway
the purring of my kitties next to me

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a child's voice on a bicycle riding by
the distant humm of a passenger plane

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the dog barking for whatever reason
now a silence again after he stopped

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it's all a symphony for the soul really
not a cacophony of any shape or kind

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I soak it all into my vessels and veins
soothing the stresses residing within

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I like to sit with the window open
Singing along with the Saturday blues

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