Short Hayrides Poems

As infrequent a visitor 
hayrides through haunted woods are
to the segregate’s prison of elm and oak

is the sliver of Ray-ban hope
I used to count on 
for steady supplies of vegetation

on my salad plate,
overgrown now with yellow seed
blossoming dollops of strawberry preservative....

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I like baseball, apple pie
And my mamma too
Going to the park
And going to the zoo

Hayrides and waterslides
Just to name a few
Doing all the things I like
And doing something new

I like going out on Friday
To dance the night away
Then I like to sleep late
On a Saturday

Sunday morning go to church
Kneel down and pray
And thank the Lord that we are living
In the USA


Rockman   (Randy)...

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Slowly pulsing through glittered haze
Under cloudscape, her locks blow wild
Misty the blushed roses, ablaze
Moon of summer, warmth of hayrides
Enchanting peach fragrance of the night
Reveal your glory, dear chromed fay,

My eyes chase a Selene’s delight
Over hills wrapped in flamed crochet.
Oh, sleep denies a lullaby
No matter how you beam, goodbye!



Francine Roberts' Summer Acrostic Contest
by nette onclaud...

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