Treasure Island

Scarlett Treat

(1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Full Circle


Red Cherries,
Red Blooms,
Red Flags,
Bumblebees fly,
Scattering Flower Dust
Into Blue Sky,
And Butterflies love
Red Flowers,
Red Cherry Blossoms,
Red Cherries...

Scarlett Treat
June 1,2007

Submitted: Friday, June 01, 2007
Edited: Saturday, March 05, 2011

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  • Raul Castelan (6/7/2007 7:46:00 PM)

    Wow, that was a very sweet poem of yours. The title went so good with it too. Can't wait to read more. (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/1/2007 6:07:00 PM)

    Only 24 WORDS...yet you indeed accomplished, full circle...and FULL COLOR!
    I like the evolution concept, here, as well as the play on all returning to whence it all started....Good Stuff, Sweet Scarlett!

    FjR (Report) Reply

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