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

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  • 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

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