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My Pen Visioned Spring
A vast ,babbling vast of green lush grass,
spread out on rocky mountains.
Rays of sun light ,awaking slumbering buds, from a sleeping beauty.
Winds of tranquility shifting the images of the spring sky.
Ob-east Caterpillars crawl on the aged bark of trees, to hang.
To transform into a flying beauty.
Flapping its wings towards a flower to lay and rest.
Both flower and butterfly complementing each others beauty,in a bonding image .Seen by the eyes .Standing, awestruck stillness . Dandelions picked from the earths ground to be blown,
for a desperate wish, to spring to reality.
Birds cutting the infinite winds of the sky,
baring worms in their beak. Bounty for an off spring.
Children play, on the play grounds,releasing in to the air sounds of horse play.
Mustangs of distant lands gallop free and wild.Yellow pollen filled antennas of hibiscus pollinated by buzzing bumblebees.
A city filled with people complementing the weather,wearing sleeveless shirts.
A unborn baby expected time of arival spring.From the moist soil of a mothers womb a baby springs.Many suffice in spring.From spring vibrant laughter springs.
Dead images of winter, spring forth and spring forth they shall.
Thanking words spring forth to the open spring weather, for favoring my land.
I hope not to ofend any other seasons, but for faviring the impecable spring I have my reasons.
Copyright ©
Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet
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