Honey Island Poem by Mark Garcia Quintero

Honey Island



tick tock.....tick tock,
chathedrel bells sway up above,
down below, the young ladies know,
that copulation is a marshall law

i saw a sweet girl eating icecream,
from the local merchant shop,
the farrie traveled to the island,
where summer cottages awaited us,

calico cats, pier driven chats,
the wind is a sweet kiss,
from nature, a calico bliss,
the dutch shops and novelty hats,

my honey island,
we are searching for serenity sand,

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Mark Garcia Quintero

Mark Garcia Quintero

Weslaco, texas
Close
Error Success