Sixty Hours

Sixty Hours

Of the days in a week
Fridays the ones we seek
They make us pause think
Weekend’s here in a blink

So from Friday evening
Till Monday’s dawn
Sixty hours for enjoying
No time to yawn

Grab some friends
Cards food and drink
From gardens we tend
Cut flowers pink

Spread blankets down
Sitting on the ground
Enjoying the company
Making new memories
(for Peg Buckley)


About Theresa H Hall

As a professional vocalist. licensed broadcaster, artist, published poet, lyricist, writer, essayist, critic, animal lover and budding pastr View all posts by Theresa H Hall

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