Thursday, September 1, 2022

Recipe for Sleep


By Walt Perryman

Last night it rained on my roof made of tin,
My windows were open and the wind blew in.

The lighting and thunder was a big deal,
But for me it was like a good sleeping pill.

I woke up with birds singing and a rooster’s crow.
I guess it can get better, but how I don’t know.

©2021 Walt Perryman

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