FAVOURITE CHAIR

Shadows fall
In morning shine
Narrow clouds
Seem to glide
Above rooftops
Dampened early dew
Grass that glistens
The day is new.

Seagulls
In distance caw
The calming seas
Kiss the shore
The early cobbles
Head to West
Proudly rise
In waves crest.

The taxis take
Children to school
The holidays
Cant come too soon
Autumns chill
In the air
An old man sits
In his favourite chair.