Short Boroughs Poems

Dancing through meadows
Leaping over streams,
Walking through boroughs
With you my smile beams.

Under the charms of summer
With her golden glow,
Enticing two lone lovers
To let feelings grow.

With each passing day
As the winds softly blew.
There is nothing to say,
When I’m with you....

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As just about everyone knows,
New York City has five boroughs.
You could be standing in Queens or Manhattan.
Living could also be in Staten Island or Brooklyn.
No other borough has what we have here.
Everybody has heard of the “Bronx Cheer”.
The Bronx is familiar with that infamous sound.
The boys in pinstripes have endured many a round.
Stick your tongue out, put your lips together, and blow.
To voice your disapproval, that is the way to go....

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Crystal lines with their
sparkling sides glistening in
early morning light.

Evergreen, dripping with heavy white blankets.

Rabbits hiding in their snug little
boroughs, safe from the chill.

Snow rising high, into drifts and mounds that dwarf the trees.

The sun glitters off everything,
magnified by the icy prisms.

A red cardinal perched upon a silvery-green bough.
Ever watchful, welcoming winter with his cranberry plumage.

A crystal winter in the tranquil forest land....

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The orchids in the Garden show,
So gorgeous, on display,
Must wonder what they’re doing there
In colorful array.

For it’s a long way off from where
They usually grow,
Where animals and insects
Are the creatures that they know.

Yet here the crowds come traipsing
To take photographs and gawk,
For orchids aren’t native to 
The boroughs of New Yawk.

I’m sure they’d rather be back home
In jungle/forest setting,
But maybe they’re enjoying
The attention that they’re getting....

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