On my log is to write a blog.
Perhaps in the fog.
Probably sitting next to a dog,
Maybe I’ll write about me,
maybe I’ll write about you,
or perhaps whatever my mind tells me to.
It may be short, or it may be long.
Could be poetry, prose, or song.
No need for all the world’s strife,
I’m just going to sit here enjoying life.
And play in the dirt.