Note to My Hammock

I sigh sleepily to the walls of my room,
On a bright summer day with not a thing to do,

Rocking and swaying to the creaking of your hook,
I finally curl up with my favorite book,

After a while I look up from my story,
And admire your colors’ potential and glory,

My mother calls from the kitchen, “Dinner is done!”
Then I get up knowing that our friend ship has only begun.

-Darby
Age 13