Monday, April 09, 2012

Highball

I can hear the avian refrain
above my aging engine's strain
the sky above so clearly blue
I find it difficult to brew
decanters of disdain

instead the draft that I proffer
is effervescent to be sure
a light, refreshing bracer shared
with anyone whose thirst has flared
for a spirit that can stir.

5 comments:

Pat Hatt said...

Such a spirit
One should never fear it
But grin and bear it
For it could take off a bit

Heaven said...

Nice rhymes...I see you have caught the enthusiasm from the rhyming cat ~

Lynn Proctor said...

sounds very irish!

Jack said...

Inventive lines!

rch said...

Yes I don't drink just having fun with words!