Tundra Poem by Charles Pullen

Tundra



Azure waves roll,
across golden fields,
Where he lies waiting,
for the Heartland-
Heavens, to blanket him
with bliss.

Floating down a river
of quite bronze earth
Guided by hands,
of Iowan seraphim.

He dreams of sacred
Alaska,
And heavenly
Technicolor
Light shows
And ancient tundra
Not yet disturbed.
 

Friday, May 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: america,angel,imagination,nature,passion,spiritual
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