For you, my sweet;
an apple in your mind's eye;
a strudle in lieu of a pie.
We would, if we could,
walk the sandy shores;
there the birds always croak,
'forever more.'
It is a form of a joke,
following the birds at high tide;
we wince laughing at the pelican's poke,
and amuse ourselves at the albatros' blue hide.
There are too many kinds of birds to count,
so we leave it to La Mer to taunt;
I have heard every bird in there;
Sandpipers running like crazy as we stare;
the swirling music breaching the clouds
and the shift of rain chasing the forgotten gulls.
Oh! ! You are happy again my friend....so i am too....moody Poet! ! !
Enjoyed the poem. It took me to your page and read few more and enjoyed them all. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As beautiful as your emotions on Valentine's day be it satirical or comical................loved it...........Stan...............