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.
It will. Dis poem was so fab in flow n imagery dat i call it a bravura. I like d strutting line.
More visual fun. good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm on that road. And I see them turkeys!