Saturday morning
Saturday morning
what will it bring?

a yard sale  for my neighbours
cars filling up the street
shopping at the grocery store
maybe get myself a treat

load upon load of laundry
hung in the sun to dry
dusting, cleaning, mop the floors
it never ends, oh my!

mow my lawn, trim the weeds
soon my work will be through
awaken a sleeping teenage boy -
its almost impossible to do

then play here on my puter
await a special friend
it's too early for his visit now
maybe later, at days end

write my thoughts on virtual paper
of what I think will be
a lovely sunny fall-is-coming
special day for me











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--Helen Keller
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