The ParadeA Poem by HaunzwürtheThey stand tall, they stand short Slim and wide, they line the road They press over, crowding together Shading the lane with their arms
Waiting patiently for that moment Their quiet excitement echoes With hushed conversations As the impending parade nears
That invisible, ceaseless parade The aging procession of time Marches in a purposeful meander Bringing the changing breeze
And they, waiting patiently Are greeted by the wind It wisps down the lane Signaling the yearly cavalcade
They hail the coming parade Releasing their vibrant foliage The yellow, orange and red confetti To fly amongst the gala
Time continues down the lane Dancing the colored bits about In twirling, swirling pageantry The end, their homage, to summer © 2015 Haunzwürthe |
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Added on January 3, 2015 Last Updated on January 3, 2015 AuthorHaunzwürtheBland, VAAbout-------------------------------- I am Mark but Haunzwürthe is more fun. -------------------------------- A brand new life sputtering in the wake of a broken family and the dissipating path o.. more..Writing
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