a poem by Leif Phillips, Australia - poetry writer, author, poet

Sunday Sunday
growing from inside of me
Sunday morning
the peace I need
to be searching
a new world perching
upon my trees
oh Sunday breeze
oh what becomes of thee?

Sunday Sunday
stealing nothing from the dream
Sunday morning
a new world dawning
where will it be?
will it have new dimensions?
devoid of pretension
pure poetry
oh Sunday afternoon
rolling like the sea.

Sunday Sunday
come out to play
it came without warning
that monday morning
was cancelled indefinitely
oh Sunday what a world you would be
Sunday Sunday
with lives we pray
Sunday Sunday
thank you Mama
for giving me this song to play.

Dedicated to the Mamas and the Papas

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