My Rockn’ Chair Day

Dale Fanzo

Sitting on my cabin porch, surrounded by oak trees,

Enjoying some quiet time, my mind at ease.

The birds chirping, squirrels with acorns in hand,

A glowing grin on my face, this is the promise land.

Why do little things make your mood seem fine?

Soaking in mountain fresh air, sipping a glass of wine.

The blue sky, white puffed clouds, no sign of any gray,

What can I say, this is my rockn’ chair day.

My flip flops, t-shirt and shorts are my attire,

Makes me feel so relaxed and mentally inspired.

My stained wooden porch is my resting place,

Surely puts a smile on this old guy’s face.

You wonder why life cannot always be like this,

Though the world is dealing with this ugly virus.

A sheltered mind game for us that comes into play,

What can I say, this is my rockn’ chair day.

I will enjoy Mother Nature at its best,

Soak up the calmness, close my eyes, it is a test.

My chair rocks to a slow rhythm of sorts,

One, two, three, tap my hand on my shorts.

Just saw a squirrel, run up the tree,

A hummingbird in motion, looking at me.

My dog Piper, on her side, with no more play,

What can I say, this is my rockn’ chair day.

I have been known to be in the fast lane.

These past few months have me insane.

Word of advice to my friends, far and near,

Sit in your favorite chair, with a nice cold beer.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, in and out,

Hear the ocean waves or visualize hooking a trout.

Life has its twist and turns, especially today,

What can I say, this is my rockn’ chair day.

Stay safe, stay well, stay smiling.