The Day
Posted by Sara on February 13, 2009
Upon a Sunday in June just gone,
Such good fortune came along,
Abundant pleasures filled my day,
Before I had a thing to say,
I walked a busy river bank,
Feeding birds who offered thanks,
I drunk ale in ancient inns,
With old soaks and wooden beams,
I took in Georgian squares and lanes,
And decommissioned old steam trains,
I had tea and walnut cake,
And frolicked on a boating lake,
I ate rare beef and crispy spuds,
Then washed roasting tins in suds,
Before laying down upon my bed,
And asking myself:
What have I achieved?
by Dominic.
ggw_bach said
lovely pic, and lovely words.
thanks for sharing.
the day will come when we all ask –
” What have I achieved? “
theenook said
thank you, when I read through this poem I thought that perhaps the most any of us should wish for is to achieve a life full of special memories.