Vera Sidhwa


Ice-Cream Cones - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

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Through the wispy summer haze,
My eyes beheld the colors,
Of ice-cream cones,
Melting in hot sultry days.


My mouth watered,
For these icy confections,
In green, yellow and blue,
Creamy perfections.


My favorite truck,
Would jangle tunes a lot.
My ice-cream cones,
Would come closer a lot.


I asked the ice-cream,
Truck driver whether,
He would give me a free cone.
That would've been my rainbow dream.


So the ice-cream truck driver handed me one,
Without a charge.
He gave me an ice-cream cone yellow and large.
I bit into it and slurped and slurped and slurped it.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013


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