Treasure Island

Franc Rodriguez


A Gift To Cherish


A scent of fragrance impregnates with an odour.
The blue bonnets perfumed with such elegance.
They are guarded by the thorns that bestow succour.
The monarch butterflies glisten in magnificence.
And amongst the rows of cotton is a nearby haven.
There where sparrows chirp and magpies caw.
The toils of a day are found in the beetles brazen.
The squirrels rummage for fallen nuts to gnaw.
There upon the lush grass is a most wondrous sight.
A child shielded by an angel sent to embellish.
It was the cherub that was left there in the night.
For the barren woman the child was a gift to cherish.

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Thursday, April 18, 2013

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