Sunny Day
Published Mon Jun 10, 2019 | Posted in Poetry | By Linda Jenkinson |
Take me on a Sunday trip.
I don't care - anywhere you want to go.
Some place where the air is clean,
Where we can smell the flowers.
If within the hour it starts to rain
We'll pretend
It's still a sunny day.
Let's get on a bus.
There's a stop—a forest just a mile away.
We'll find a tree to lie beneath,
A mighty oak to hide us.
If the clouds blow in again,
We'll pretend
It's still a sunny day.