The only sound, the traffic passing by, <br />A six-foot fence, the view from where I sit, <br />To gaze at vapour trails high in the sky, <br />Some flowers and a rock'ry - that's it. <br />The brightest colours, washing on the line, <br />The only scent is diesel from a bus, <br />But time to rest and contemplate is mine <br />Far from the daily hustle and the fuss. <br />A cup of tea fetched out from time to time, <br />A smile and chat to chase the blues away, <br />A crossword puzzle or a book of rhyme - <br />What better way to use the passing day? <br />Who needs the beach, the ocean or the bar? <br />It's summer if you're happy where you are.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-holiday-sonnet/
