Walk After A Nap

I woke from my nap with the early evening light

Shining on my face. Kindled like a fire, I rose from my bed

And took to the streets.

As I made my way to the promenade,

I passed many beautiful women

Who seemed to catch like wildfires

Upon the eyes of every man.

I passed a pretty yellow house

With a white picket fence,

Behind which a garden

Of roses, tulips, and morning glories

Was growing, and it seemed the flowers

Blushed as I passed.

I reached the promenade

And looked out over the water.
The river wound its way through the channel

Like a serpent destined to kiss the sea.