Frivolous Thoughts

There's no cell phone in my pocket
Strange but true, so my mind can profit
From uninterrupted concentrated writing
Of the next award winning story or tome
(Which is a wittier way of saying poem)
And here I sit in my garden amidst the trees
With nobody but chatty birds and buzzing bees
You'll pardon me if I take time out to sneeze, Ah Chooo...
That's better now back to my garden
Where thoughts find it easier to wonder
What coherent pieces of my life should I ponder?
There's my trips to Italy, Germany, or Greece
I was in my teens, 45 years ago at least
Well that was another time and place
That's all for now, I've run out of space!