Monday Poetry

Theme in Yellow

Carl Sandburg –

I spot the hills 
With yellow balls in autumn. 
I light the prairie cornfields 
Orange and tawny gold clusters 
And I am called pumpkins. 
On the last of October 
When dusk is fallen 
Children join hands 
And circle round me 
Singing ghost songs 
And love to the harvest moon; 
I am a jack-o'-lantern 
With terrible teeth 
And the children know 
I am fooling.

Ode to a Flamingo

By Billie Daddario

Oh, you brightly colored bird ,

Your neck twisted and bent like the letter S

You stand so quiet with sun making you look like a sun burnt tourist.

Your head bobs too heavy for your neck

Now you balance on one leg, you bend and

Scoop water with oversized beak

You are my favorite bird, because you’re just like me

Nothing looks like it should work,

But it does.

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