a sunny day
low humidity
shadows are crisp

a zephyr leisurely strolls
through the valley
wispy clouds drift and sway

and here come the joggers
panting and sweating
ear buds implanted
goofy outfits
and a dead ahead gaze
cool shoes though

they pass quickly

birds are chirping
butterflys are fluttering
squirrls are chattering

ah! a waft of lilac
mingling with apple blossoms
quite pleasant and engaging

and here come the bikers
stormin' and roarin'
leather on leather
no helmet outlaws
fuming plumes of smoke and pot
(I wouldn't mind a toke or two myself)

the rumble slowly dopples away

sitting on the porch
as evening settles in
my old dog heaves a sigh

we are not like those others
they are not like us
and, as Martha used to say
"it's all good"