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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