picture perfect saturday
children stretched across the library lawn
books selected from wooden crates
spotted randomly throughout the area
beach blankets spread out here and there
little ones sitting and reading to themselves
or out loud in small groups
the mid-morning sun shining brightly
across the green expanse
saturday morning visitors walking
in and out of the main doors
not a soul saying a word
january two thousand twenty
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Sounds peaceful.
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I like the cozy feeling that this poem creates.
Thanks so much, Judy.
such a positive poem. Activities without chatter. nicely written
Thank you, Padmini.