Crows squabbling Upon chimney tops
After a day in someone’s bin
I hear birds sing their song in trees
In this chair that I’m sat in
Wood pigeons whooping
Sky is red.... the clouds are wearing thin
How peaceful it’s become tonight
In this chair that I’m sat in.
The sound of a bicycles rattling chain,
tinkles down the lane
His lights come on as darkness falls
In this chair that I’m sat in
Stars come out across the sky
The moon is sat within
Only darkness fills the sky tonight
In this chair that I’m sat in
I think that I shall stay a while
And finish off the Gin
As the warm south air blows silent
In this chair that I’m sat in
By Dave Begley ©️2018
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Dave Begley Poet (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I sat in a chair and imagined I was on a porch in Texas. I’ve never even been to America.
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