A Poem.


A poem,

By C. Ronald Curmudgeon

As a cloud schooner

Soaring into new once never achieve heights.

Seemingly effortlessly levitating into

An Azure sky.

While floating ever so gracefully over crowds of

Olympians on measured fields of lime green turf.

The sleek cloud craft

It soars ever so

Effortlessly and it wings so easily cutting the

White Clouds into tiny puffs like

Q-tips scattering about.

On and on the air boat weightlessly soars

As if gravity

Was of no matter.

The majestic air vessel soars

Higher and higher like

A silver monarch making its way.

Into Stratosphere of ever deeper blue.

Ever so much higher it seems to rise

To never before reached heights.

One could only surmise

This my facebook friends

Must be the singular

Sterling image of the majestic

The one and only

Goodyear Blimp.

C. Ronald lives with his unidentified secret spouse Sheba in a commune of aged hippies where they grow smokable broccoli and raise two hump lamas.

Published by OkieMan

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com

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