Fulfilling the Command

On a bench in the sun,

With the river close by,

I can get something done

(Or at least I can try).

 

For out here I unwind

As I soak up the rays

And I’m likely to find

Something I can appraise.

 

With my pencil in hand

And a notebook page, blank,

I fulfill the command,

With the river to thank,

 

That I jot down a poem

(Which is almost complete).

Now it’s time to head home;

There’s some popcorn to eat.