Annie's Glider

A sweet, springtime verse.

 

Annie’s Glider

by Mark Pearce (c) 2006

 

 

Join me on a Tuesday

As the sun sets in the sky,

As the wind blows, ever lightly,

As the cars g’rumbling by.

 

As the sunlight turns to orange,

As the crickets start to sing,

Take a trip on Annie’s gilder

In the front yard in the spring.

 

A lady bug for comp’ny

A Co-Cola in your hand.

A cyclist treads the sidewalk

To faint chorus of a band –

 

That’s been practicing on Tuesdays

Since October, year before.

Two more years they might get perfect.

More ‘an that, they’ll get real sore.

 

We’ll talk of war and discount sales

And what’s bothering Hurdley’s cows.

While swinging gently back and forth

As symmetry allows.

 

It’s quiet, nice and peaceful here.

A bird lights on the lawn.

The wonder of the world displayed –

Prompts a smiling yawn.

 

And when chawin’ on life...

That’s the sweet part.

 

 

Author's Note

Yesterday wasn't so bad.

Reviews

[JC]

I lived in a town like that once, when life was smaller and not so complicated, ahh to be there again. Absolutely peaceful.

JC

[Forest Green]

Fascinating...poetry at its finest for rhyme and metering...

I do enjoy your work. Whimsically complete.

Forest