George Droney Poems

Proud stood he, the snowman strong; a monument, a winter song
attesting to the labor of four children and their play, their love.
The trampled snow around his base, that crooked smile upon his face;
my phantom youth caressed me briefly with memories I held so sweetly.
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Savage ruby rising sun, portent of a day begun;
pouring forth a crimsoned world,
the jeweled chorus now unfurled.
On leaf and blade there sparks the song,
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