Along the Riverbank
The old stone house, a cat nearby
nothing to be heard but a buzzing fly.
How this beauty it does quiver
as waters flow in the nearby river.
Cumulus clouds hovering high
ready to blot the sun-kissed sky.
The birds they talk in frenzied fashion,
calling to each other, full of passion.
In this early summer air, all of life without a care.
Flowers gleaming oh so bright, adding to the eye's delight.