Joan

She sits on a timber seat in her back garden The birds are singing on the sunlit trees And the pleasant aroma of the flowers and roses Come wafting to her in the gentle breeze. The butterflies around the flowers are flitting She sense them near though them she cannot see Her world is dark and she only sees dark shadows Though she can see things in her memory. Her black Labrador 'Bill' at her feet is sitting And from her he is never far away He is her eyes when on the street she venture And he leads her to and from the park each day. Whenever I meet Joan she seems so happy And she always greets me with a warm hello I look on her as an inspiring person And she is one that I feel lucky to know. She sits on a timber seat in her back garden In the warm sunshine of a Summer's day And at her feet her faithful dog is sitting And from her he is never far away.