Resting In The Great Outdoors Poem by Phil Soar
Resting In The Great Outdoors
Lie down a while on fresh cut grass
Ants are crawling around my ass
Underneath me worms leave casts
Butterflies on their fly pasts
All the action goes unseen
Unless you know where they've all been
Unless you follow natures path
You miss all of the aftermath
Back and forth, the birds take flight
Feeding young, both day and night
The days activity passes by
Without a thought for you or I
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