Poetry by Me, Anthony 2

Sunday Morning


Oh! How I love to mount from my bed—
To move my feet
To stick my nose
To raise my head
In Sunday morning’s pompousness!

Oh! How I love to walk in the sun—
To see the birds
To smell the hay
To feel the fun
In Sunday morning’s gorgeousness!

Oh! How I love to wait on a line—
To eat my food
To break my bread
To drink my wine
In Sunday morning’s stateliness!


25 January 1987