Kipling wrote, "Mad dogs and English men go out in the mid-day sun." Sun-drenched countries have long since figured out the value of the afternoon siesta.
Up before the morning sun
Flying here and there
To get things done,
Mealtime leaves me
Feeling oh, so flat
Too tired to carry lunch.
A quiet lie-down
In darkened room,
Neath chilled whispering air
A cold drink to sip
A book to read
Time to stop, relax…
I’ll be back
‘Round four o’clock
When the sun slips low
And shadows creep
Across the crispy lawn
To labor more.
I’ll just rest my eyes a bit…
Don’t tell me if I snore.
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