'I sweep off the sticks, I sweep off the leaves, I remove the pine cones, and path debris.'




I Sweep I sweep off the sticks, I sweep off the leaves, I remove the pine cones, And path debris. I sweep the decks, I sweep the docks, I sweep the stairs, I sweep the rocks. I make the surfaces clean, I clear away the debris, I make things tidy and neat, And safe to walk on, you see. I sweep every day, And I’m happy to do it, It’s a mindful activity, With movements quite fluid. I get fresh air, I get a little exercise, too, I sweep every morning, And I’m glad that I do. I joke that the broom, That I use to sweep, I’d rather be flying on, Words said tongue-in-cheek. And so every morning, After coffee, swim and a bite, I get outside with my broom, And sweep without a fight. By Lady of the Lake BC

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