Welcomed by trees
reaching me-ward
from age-old heights
I feel cared for.
Junco, Towhee and Nuthatch
all fly by
as if heralding my arrival.
Sounds of children at play.
Waves and wags from passers by
lift my spirits
Work to be done today
will be done
with joy and appreciation.
Is it really work then?
All this and more
from within these wavy walls.
—Michael Bogart