March Madness Poem by John Shea

March Madness

Rating: 4.0


A winter storm in Jersey south
Stopping by a field of white
I spied a flock of wild turkeys
What a beautiful sight

The beautiful contrast of colors
Against a windfall to hide in the snowy light

They strutted their stuff
But then had enough
Of my curious eyes
Into the windfall they scurried
Well out of sight

Etched in my memory
My excitement was high

I will pass this way
On that old country road

For years to come
In hopes perhaps it unfolds
More visual fun.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Don Bigley led me to this spot to share a great moment on the 25th of march of 2013. He knew it might inspire a write. He was right.Thank you my friend for I saw perhaps what the pilgrims may have on their arrival to this great country.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Al Manacial 28 December 2014

I'm on that road. And I see them turkeys!

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 25 March 2013

It will. Dis poem was so fab in flow n imagery dat i call it a bravura. I like d strutting line.

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Gajanan Mishra 25 March 2013

More visual fun. good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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John Shea

John Shea

Cherry Point N.C.
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