Friday, July 1, 2016

KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD


KEN
ALLAN DRONSFIELD



BALLADEER'S SERENADE

A pristine morning of
a day awakened with
soft, gentle warm winds,
butterflies dance in pairs.
The beautiful songbird,
a balladeer serenading
all with an early morning
greeting to the rising sun.
A lonely feather floats down
guided by the gentle breezes
to rest upon the ground here
at my dew whetted bare feet.
Wispy marshmallow puffy
clouded shadows linger with
me during my spirited walk;
the freshest morning ever.
Memories of that feather;
a finality of forgotten things
fade away like melted snow,
coolness chases each breath.








WADDLE AND STRUT

Red bugs falling off the

Spanish moss stinging;

humid breezes from the

gulf now blowing strong;

down by the river, we sit

on a grassy bank relaxing

spying a Trumpeter Swan

doing the waddle and strut.

Ominous skies catching

many the alarmed eyes as

thunder rumbles and roars

Swans leave for the shore;

clouds drift off to the east

Florida now tranquil, smiles;

the Swan lands once again

returning to waddle and strut.








LET FREEDOM REIGN

Kite flies high, brisk breezes blow,
smell of coconut oil permeates the air;
waves crashing with a raucous blast,
beach balls bounce on the 4th of July.
Flags flying high, snapping in rhythm;
children running about, kicking up sand.
Planes fly by with banners selling spirits,
a hot dog run on cotton candy days.
The band plays by the old boardwalk;
people scurry like ants to honey drops.
Firecrackers pop and sky rockets swoosh.
It so nice to be away from the rancid city.
Off on a romp, someone's streaking there
by the water's edge, to screams and laughter.
Ocean's cold, nice for polar bears and dares;
Freedom reigns for all on Independence Day.

KEN
ALLAN DRONSFIELD


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