Smiling at the World
By John Herlihy

I sit on the white picket fence,
Just sit there and smile at the world,
All its banners blowing in the wind furiously unfurled.
A tired summer sun shining slanted light to the horizon;
A blood red moon in the wings to mimic the sun’s vision.
Summer’s grass blowing thick as a bush, as green as a pea;
Ripening corn clear to the horizon as in the unending sea.
Cumulus clouds float across the heavens like raised sails;
Leaves chase after each other like dogs chasing their tails.
Humming birds hovering, swordbills robbing the buttercups;
The old dog in the yard giving suck to her newborn pups.
Let it rain long and hard with all the colors of the rainbow;
Rain pours from the dark clouds with its own color anyhow.
The heart with not a care to speak of, full to the brim,
At the moment ready to entertain each and every whim.
The world seems to be showered in amazing grace;
Dandelion seeds floating by in this rarefied place.
Just say puff and they will hesitate and be gone,
For now, I choose to smile at the world, signed John.