Beneath the August tempo a lovely summer day
and a tantalizing breeze of a million flower-sway
Green and verdant pastures pushing up so spry
touching lofty candors of heaven nigh and nigh ;
Its an eyelet pure and simple sending such a thrill
flowers potted in the soil, blooming fast at will
Beneath the August tempo a lovely summer day
and a trembling rose of valor chasing blues away
Skies with milky shades of white and crayon blue
drinking up the heat and pouring beauty'-spew
Mountains proud and tall echoed with enthrall
sending me a shiver while standing straight n' tall
Before the day is done I want to refuge by the forest
as the eagle flies the summit with a call of deep unrest
Pick a branch inhale the odor of the odorous lament
beneath the August tempo I groove my carven tent .
August 15, 2018
I'm not sure I'm ready for "beauty's-spew!" Reminds me of what comes out after eating a lot of wonderful tasty food. Or even smell an "odorous lament." ;-)
Ron
Sandie