Where the Lemon Trees Flower
Where The Lemon Trees Flower
I know the land where the lemon trees flower,
with citrus scents that often overpower
those of the rose or sweet-perfumed wildflower
that grow around the old Sicilian tower.
Here, hand in hand, close to the midnight hour,
we walk the trails where full-moon does empower
young lovers seek their own romantic bower,
while soulful bells ring out from the watchtower.
We soon take shelter from a thundershower;
'tween lightning bolts, it booms its mighty power.
In loving arms, I'm safe with brave manpower
that holds me close within love's superpower.
Anon, our kisses weaken love's willpower,
so back we head to our Sicilian tower,
where lemon scents are sweet and never sour...
and love and lemon-trees together flower.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: August 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: August 8, 2018
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Pretty Poem Please
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 08/02/2018
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