In The Garden

Laying in the garden the sun on my face
Looking to the world that I’ve slowed down the pace
But behind my closed eyes another story lies
For in that heat and silence my mind begins to race
I start to think business and next thought is website
I haven’t yet blogged what on earth should I write?


Laying in the garden the sun on my face
Suddenly a thought and then it drops into place
A poem I shall write, for me that’s different and new
Is it about photography, not really or is this,
Because my first thoughts after all were business
So I leave it up to you, you decide, what’s your view?


I’ll go back to laying in the garden the sun on my face
Looking to the world that I’ve slowed down the pace.

by Len Pitcher