Ice Cream

The house is quiet...

I finished work early today.

No reply as I hollered "I'm home".

It's 1:00 PM  under a sunny sky.

Gonna pull out a deck chair and chill awhile.

Listen to the buzzing of insect and motor,

and have myself some Ice Cream.

Author's Note

...a very sweet vice.

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
I have not heard a poem about ice cream ever, what a novel approach to an addiction us Alaskans have as we eat per capita more ice cream than the lower forty-nine. Your poem placed me there with you in a deck chair, listing to the drone of bugs and traffic, slowly under a perfect Alaskan sky enjoying my favorite flavor, vanilla. A excellent fun poem.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

[Brad]

mint chocolate chip, my brothah, got a deck chair for me? i have waffel cones?

[Ed Hart]

real men eat ice cream

[MuSe Ampoule]

Oh, good days, good days!! The picture drew me in (I like ice cream too) and I'm glad. this was a very sweet piece!

[...]

. ah, the perfect treat ...
. along with that perfect audio ... "buzzing of insect and motor" ...

[Rene Velez]

nothing says happiness like ice cream, it puts a smile on anybodies face...

[Sleepless]

lol true ice cream ! i love icecream like the poem it was really nice !:)

[emmajoy]

Laughing .. what a perfect ending to a working day! Poem as delicious as your ice-cream.

[dreaming dame]

:) Wow, that sounds like so much fun! yum, :) Well, written

[Robin]

solitude and simple pleasures , doesn't get much better than that