Poem: It Really Was That Kind Of Day

 collage and poetry by Rita Bourland

 It Really Was That Kind Of Day

One morning I woke to a glorious sight,

The flowers had grown to a staggering height,

The sun smiled shyly, then took a small bow,

But didn’t let on ‘bout the why and the how,

The birds were all painted in colors quite rare,

They flew through the sky in the warm morning air,

A giant red dog was staring at me,

I patted his head, then sat ‘neath a tree,

I stared at a cloud as it skittered on by,

I laughed then I cried; I didn’t know why,

So many bright wonders in front of my eyes,

I felt like I’d won a fabulous prize,

I kicked off my shoes and stayed there all day,

What can I say,

It really was that kind of day.