Under the shade of trees, <br />Flat on my back at ease, <br />Lulled by the hum of bees, <br />There's where I rest; <br />Breathing the scented air, <br />Lazily loafing there, <br />Never a thought of care, <br />Peace in my breast. <br />There where the waters run, <br />Laughing along in fun, <br />I go when work is done, <br />There's where I stray; <br />Couch of a downy green, <br />Restful and sweet and clean, <br />Set in a fairy scene, <br />Wondrously gay. <br />Worn out with toil and strife, <br />Sick of the din of life, <br />With pain and sorrow rife, <br />There's where I go; <br />Soothing and sweet I find, <br />Comforts that ease the mind, <br />Leaving dull care behind, <br />Rest there I know. <br />Flat on my back I lie, <br />Watching the ships go by, <br />Under the fleecy sky, <br />Day dreaming there; <br />From grief I find surcease, <br />From worry gain release, <br />Resting in perfect peace, <br />Free from all care.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loafing/
