Saturday, September 22, 2012


The lay of the land allured my eye
where rounded bales of hay
looked much like marbles left to lie
once God grew tired of play,

then as the burning sun retired
the sky began to blush
and this reflection was inspired
in one big breathless rush.

***Thanks to Promising Poets Parking Lot for the award and I nominate Sunshine of the Moon for perfect poet. Also thanks for all your hard work promoting people like me and giving us a place to post our stuff, you guys rock!!***


Tifiny ishare Moon said...

excellent poetry and award taking.

Shirley Allard said...

Congratulations. :)

rch said...