My Attempt at Poetry

We are reading Confessions of a Prayer Wimp for Mom Time. It is a really good book, not fluffy yet still meaty, humorous without being zany. The author references Robert Frost's poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, which I had never actually read. Reading it inspired me to write my own "time-out" poem more relevant to our times. Enjoy, (or don't!) I had fun.

Stopping by the Park on a Sunny Day

What park is this? I think I know.
So this is where my taxes go.
I don’t know why I’ve never come
To watch the sun and warm wind blow.

My little car must think it’s queer
To stop without a Wal-mart near.
Between the sky and soft green grass,
Quietly hoping that God is here.

My cell phone buzzes, my heart sighs.
Just give me a minute, my spirit cries.
There’s only one sound I want to hear,
“Well done, child,” He says as I rise.

I long to stay and linger awhile
In this place so far, though it’s only a mile.
But there are kids to get and dinners to fix.
“I can be there, too,” I hear with a smile.
“I can be there, too,” I hear with a smile.