Seasonal poem. Yes "blew skys" was intentional. "Blew" = wind; "skys" is > than "skies." |
New England Lullaby a poem by K.L. Stover child of the morning awake - for the dawning is here open your eyes to the blew skys above you so clear. the winds on the windowpane whistle their serenade sweet frost on the frozen field shines like a shield at your feet. snowcastles glitter like glass and the sun has arrived the seabirds in splendor surrender their shells to the tide. blueberry bastions and pastures sleep soundless and deep wearing their winter wool waiting for sweet summer heat. child of New England this day you will sing and be glad for beauty abundant shall show you the grace that God has. landlocked lakes crackle and creak making music unscored the white-tailed doe wary unscared as she feeds at the ford. the gypsy bluejays ever jealous will raid what they can gray squirrels and chickadees challenged for seeds on the fen. the huge hungry hawks and the fiery red fox seek command but the snowshoe hare daring is lost in the lay of the land. mountains like marble and maritime marvels galore pinetree pavilions and maples - a million or more. child of the new day the Christmasland cabaret calls you’ll be red-cheeked and ready for bed when the Maine moonlight falls. © 2009 K.L. Stover |