Winter Lights
The ceremony of winter lights
A harbinger of many cold nights
Lit up with many hued beacons of hope
Held by the future of tomorrow
& yesterday's shadow
Making memories new
And brushing old ones anew
At the church, a sea of illuminated creatures
Heard the mayor praise the town's features
She sparked the fire
Of the towns desire
Up went the gargantuan bell held by a rope
As did the lady on the tight rope
There resounded in the air
An echo, as a hundred rockets did flare
And the speakers did blare
This town is the place to be
For all those who dare!
Well written on the season of hope and live chilled. Good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned in good rhyme scheme with insight. Thanks for sharing Catherine.