WRITING OUTSIDE
The breeze is fluttering the pages as I write,
The sun, when not behind clouds, is bright,
Relaxing on holiday, watching the world go by,
Enjoying the slow pace of life with a happy sigh.
Though there’s many things to see, we don’t hurry,
All seem to walk slowly around, none seem to worry
About time at all, a holiday pace all the year round,
Sweet peace and tranquillity everywhere is found.
There are times on holiday you just want to be still,
Because of the hectic life you have had your fill
Of all hustle and bustle, you want to be quite free,
Uninhibited and relaxed and as happy as can be.
Come to Nova Scotia along some wooded trail,
A short drive to the coast to see bird and whale,
Smell the countless wild flowers that grow here,
Live for a short while where peace is always near.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 9, 2003