Where I'll Be (a poem)

Written on 9:19 PM by Jack B.

If you look carefully
This is where I'll be
Head against wood
Leaning against the tree
Reading or
Resting my eyes
Feeling
Hands through damp grass
Leaves floating above my head
Scattered by the breeze
Through the shade
Spots of light shine
I put hands over head
So not to be blinded by its rays
Or its heat
Give me the cool wind
That now and again flows by
Or sometimes I'm just
Watching
With almost shuddered eyes
Fading Images
Of birds
Chirping in the trees
Of people
Lounging on the green
The Sun beating down
Walking on the path
Back and forth, to and fro
And that's where I'll be
Till it's my time to go