Lunch Hour

Water view from this park bench
Beach sunshine on my face
Seagulls drift quietly overhead
This is my favorite lunch break
The wind tossles my hair, while
My lunch napkin flutters like a
Humming bird's wings
Shades of spring sprinkled over
Rolling hills capture my view
This is truly a break from the
Workplace
I could linger here untimed
If that were my fate.

written by Pauline 2002
copyright August, 2006