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Whatever Weekend

Being humble common pathways ere,
I ought traveled nearby that lea,
Past the margin of my home there,
Where the daffodils fickle sprightly,

As I shared the natural trail lead,
General impressions befall o'er sunlit,
E'er lighthearted to the bird's melodies,
I travailed the character of it,

Simple yet well organized,
Amongst the laughter, ere rumored whisper,
Neath a yellow sky, midst squinting eyes,
Masses traverse and heed a rise to prosper,

Yonder the verdant meadow rest,
Spreads of marigolds and violet folds,
Concerts of pleasantries and greets confess,
A myriad of countless told's,

Ere me, couples digress,
In accompany of solitude,
Tis a time out that be abreast,
A sea of people floats a multitude,

Be it so accordingly,
As time drifts in emptied homes,
Consequently, there is aplenty,
As crowds trends above the loams,

A tad of clouds sparse the sky,
Disperses a legion directly afoot,
The grassland, not shade as far one espy,
Groups forward motion advances e'er square foot,

Gleaming sunrays whips into action,
Clouds impart a rainbow into the landscape,
As they convert into a diminutive and fade into a fraction,
And a colorful fancy fulfills a dreamscape,

The call of an afternoon squanders the present,
As Sun of a constant drops e'er so slightly,
Fingered flip-flops drape backsides, marks a day well-spent,
Chorale of winged birds past a flung open door, gradually,

As dusk crowned heaven undresses the night,
And a sequined of stars sparkle a whirling, whereat,
Slumberous thoughts transpire while well-kept dreams ignite,
Midnight's slide into a twilight that trips into dawn's golden chariot.

2020 February 22

*3rd Place*

STRAND SELECT Y ,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand

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