Old Oak Tree

I'm a lonely little Burro, lonely as can be,
not one soul in sight, no one to play with me,
just me, the pasture and the old oak tree.

She stands so tall, as far as the eye can see,
with full branches hovering over me,
Shielding me from the hot sun, the rain and snow.
When the wind blows I think its talking to me.

I wish I could be happy with just my tree,
I need someone to pet and talk to me.
Then one day my master went to heaven you see,
leaving this pasture, me and the old oak tree.

Someone must have bought us,
Looks like a family of twenty-three.
Always brushing, petting and climbing on me,
They even hang and climb my old oak tree.

From dust till dawn they rant and play,
in my pasture with me,
Oh how I long for those lonely days ,
just me, my pasture and the old oak tree.

 

Housewives Plight

Sitting in the dark thinking of what to say,
how to plan my day, wondering, what gonna stand in my way?
Maybe, I'll walk the dogs first, or clean the kitchen,
do the laundry, maybe, I'll run up town, take care of business,
matters that take no time at all,
or, just just sit here on the couch and stall.

Procrastination's the word of the day,
what keeps us doing our duties today,
what gets in our way?Too much thinking,
the common cold?A neighbor comes over out of the blue,
with the same idea as me and you?

I guess I'll sit here a while longer,
maybe my will, will get even stronger to reach my goal.
Fulfill one task, finish a project, need you ask?

I've done my deed, I finished one thing, I got to read.
My mind feels better, the burden is lifted,
I've got to smile now, I'll do the dishes,
too much time and no motivation.

Kimmy Harlow