PLEASURE HUNT
by: Lvonne Childers Minigh
Who says there's nothing here to do
And life for them gets boring...
You'll never find me idle or
In bed just merely snoring.
There's books to read and weeds to pull
Flowers that need smelling...
And roads to walk and streams to wade
And stories that need telling.
There's friends to cheer, when life gets drear
And gardens that need hoeing...
Or take the boat down to the creek
To fish or go a rowing...
The song birds need a listening ear
God's creatures need attention....
Roll up your sleeves and go to work
That will rid you of your tension.
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