Barry N Williams

Rookie (Dublin)

Holidays - Poem by Barry N Williams

Green fields filled with canvas hills,
Triangles, rectangles, domes and tunnels,
Stretched as far as the eye can see,
All the colours of the rainbow,
Children laughing, running and playing,
Smoke rising from stoves and barbeques,
Melodies rising from guitars, fiddles and penny whistles,
Voices raised in song,
All bathed in summer moonlight,
Warm night breezes blow gently,
Stirring short cut lush green grass,
Many loud voices,
Many different tongues,
All mingle together to form the chorus of holiday joy,
The clink clink of bottles and glasses,
Add to the cacophony of happiness,
Night grows old and voices die,
Little sleepy heads lye down,
Wrapped in warm soft sleeping bags,
Zipped up to the neck,
The last trails of smoke rise from dying embers,
Clinking silenced until,
The rustling of plastic bags by morning light.

Comments about Holidays by Barry N Williams

  • Ramesh Rai (10/6/2013 10:58:00 PM)

    A fantastic write. enjoyed your write. (Report) Reply

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  • Harshit Sheth (10/1/2013 1:32:00 AM)

    you are Fantastico! ! ! ! Please Like my Poems also! ! :) (Report) Reply

  • Rajeev Deshpande (9/27/2013 11:12:00 AM)

    A vivid description of holiday. Geometry in first two lines adds to beauty of poem. I liked it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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