Just Folks

Loafing

          Under the shade of trees,
          Flat on my back at ease,
          Lulled by the hum of bees,
            There's where I rest;
          Breathing the scented air,
          Lazily loafing there,
          Never a thought of care,
            Peace in my breast.

          There where the waters run,
          Laughing along in fun,
          I go when work is done,
            There's where I stray;
          Couch of a downy green,
          Restful and sweet and clean,
          Set in a fairy scene,
            Wondrously gay.

          Worn out with toil and strife,
          Sick of the din of life,
          With pain and sorrow rife,
            There's where I go;
          Soothing and sweet I find,
          Comforts that ease the mind,
          Leaving dull care behind,
            Rest there I know.

          Flat on my back I lie,
          Watching the ships go by,
          Under the fleecy sky,
            Day dreaming there;
          From grief I find surcease,
          From worry gain release,
          Resting in perfect peace,
            Free from all care.