The tree by the sidewalk and me*

The tree by the sidewalk and me*

Since morn ,
It has been drizzling
In our town,
The tree by the sidewalk,
Wet and moist
Stands there
Much like me,
Both of us
Are on wait,

Midweek has never been
So sloppy,
People haven't come out,
And those who have
Do not bear your sign,

So we wait,
The Tree and me,
By the sidewalk,
Wet and moist,

The street too look wet
It is on wait too,

Only few cars that are plying
Leave momentary designs of light,
On the asphalt,
And we wait,
By the sidewalk,
The Tree and me.

(*Note: loosely based upon a painting as attached, done by Mike Bar)

There had been a day*

There had been a day*

There had been a day
When we did what pleased us,
We had a canoe for us to survey
The lagoon vast,
Uncle had that fishing line,
We had put it into the canoe stealthily
And away we would go,

As would we take us,
And a sweet little canoe,

Rowing like an arrow,
We would go
Catching little fish,

The afternoon thus
We would spend
As far as the day
And the canoe
Allowed us
To go,

We rowed

Overhead perhaps
The clouds gathered,
It might have drizzled a bit,

And we rowed,
As long as the day
Made us
To go,

We rowed
The canoe.

(*Note: loosely based upon a painting as attached, done by Miguel Linares Rios, courtesy : Musica Pittura e Dintorni, Alex Artista)