A Sense Of Grace Poem by Anita Atina

A gang of young horses, jawing around
A carpet of pigeons, pecking a-ground

That graceful white bird, was racing the wind
While a pack of bullocks, ruefully grinned

Swaying canopies of red flowers, teasing the blue sky
Pregnant pink flowers, winsomely shy

Carts laden with juicy fruits, flirting with the sun
A river to eternity, glistens as it runs

A group of bees, buzzing with joy
A sense of grace, hovering close by