Best Naturebaby Poems
The baby ponycorn took a long drink from the
Still water of the pond.
The Enchanted forest kept her safe and sound
Though the reflection in the water gave her
Chills that nearly woke the unicorns of old
From there dead slumber
Beyond the edge of the cliff where
A fatal lunge they took,
Saving the townspeople from the
Dark and grinning Drago
Thousands of years ago...
Now Drago had returned!
Through the ripples of the water
His dark and sallow face
Glared up at ponycorn.
She hobbled away from the riverbed
Staggering through the tall grass...
On her toddler legs she tottered
Into the city ruins, astrewn with the carnage
Of past battles, she stood against a small stone wall
Which rose into a tall pillar.
As she closed her eyes
In hopes of dreaming
Of centuries past,
She smelled smoke
Through her nostrils...
Her eyes shot open
To the sight of Drago
Charging towards her
On a water buffalo,
A torch high in hand,
Laughing hysterically...
The lean, sturdy little ponycorn
Blinked tears out of her eyes
As she flared her baby ponycorn nostrils,
Kicked dirt up with her left hind leg,
And charged!
Thus is the tale of the last ponycorn.
The waves’
little licks,
muss piles of sand;
chalk blue horizons,
bathe crystal-glass land.
Wet basting breezes,
Salted pink baby knees,
oiled baby bottoms
cool in the seas.
Oceans reflect,
the blue of turquoise;
beneath candy striped umbrella’s
toddle tikes playing with toys.
I can tell you of the waves;
the push and pull,
the ceaseless tide,
the tiny tumbled treasures
of pebbles by my side.
I can tell you of the waves;
the sinking surface of sea and sand,
joining all the clay of man;
as he sinks into the Mother
and melts into land.
But the paper pages end
and why should you sit here?
The waves are calling to you
with birds, boats and dreams.