Post-Petanque

Well,
today the well is dry.
So I am left scrabbling for words;
it must have been a good day
to have silenced my thoughts so much,
where the usual noise and hubbub
is replaced with tranquillity.

After a day out
to a newly discovered park;
up a steep hill with five benches
to survey the sight below
and the cricket club nearby,
then a game of petanque
while the winds blows
reminding that is a British Spring day.
Then ice cream
or a frozen lemonade-strawberry slurry
as I chose.