Simple Good

Let me tell you about my hammock

Between the silver birch trees

At the old family home

Where I spent days

In a sun drenched haze

Listening and reading great art

Filling with peace my tortured heart

No deadlines, no dramas, no death

Safe and sound, no one around

Just the breeze and the birds and the soothing words

Of Vonnegut, Pilger, Chomsky, Hemingway

Filling my soul with the chosen way

Of grace under pressure

Truth above profit

And love before all else

But what was important

Was to learn that in life

There is some simple good

To be found in moments of respite

From fighting the good fight

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