Treasure Island

Gayle Sweeney

(May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)

America


Happiness is a smile
In the heart -
The thought of someone brings.
Happiness is pretty days
With blue skies
And angels singing.
Beyond the dark
I feel like a true native
Woodland princess!
With the sun in my heart
I've found America's happiness.
Flashbacks of a black bear started
While I played the piano.
The memory of the Sierra came back from long ago.
When the bear appeared I wished to run
Far away to L.A. -
Santa Monica - a village next to how the mountains play.
Happiness is mother earth's bright sunshine in the wilderness.
A golden treasure the wild past gives us is deep peaceful bliss.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Edited: Friday, February 03, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (America by Gayle Sweeney )

Enter the verification code :

  • Lynn Glover (2/7/2011 1:53:00 PM)

    Beautiful, Gayle, and I truly believe that God was with you that day. Thanks for a poem with great flow and rhyming. I love spending time in your poetry. Just a great write. Lynn (Report) Reply

  • Juan Olivarez (12/4/2010 6:43:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem Gayle, I had a similiar experiance with a mountain lion. It is in my poem 'Julian' your poem is every bit a ten. God bless. Juan. (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Angst, Jole Hans
  2. I Will..., ging taping
  3. Another Reaser Christmas!, Sharilynn Dawn Reaser
  4. A dogs life, michael hagwood
  5. MIKE WASN'T HAPPY, shannon strauss
  6. Unique We Are, Mantu Mahakul
  7. Shadow, Liffy Liu
  8. Broken angel, Barbara Dixion
  9. far, Meral Meri
  10. Sen Seç, Meral Meri

Poem of the Day

poet James Whitcomb Riley

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cock
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Claude McKay

 
[Hata Bildir]