Treetops – Bit of history
In shadow of old British Empire reach.
A King’s daughter was there when she got word
“The King is dead. Long live the Queen”.
She departed the second Queen Elizabeth.
Treetops – A watering hole
Inhabited from time out of mind.
Animal’s stately march to drumbeat of days
Learned before their birth. Nightly
Arrive at watering hole to quench thirst.
Travelers gather at nature’s old outpost
Fenced, high on stilts, safe from any harm.
We spend the night still dressed in our day clothes.
We wait like children expecting Santa Claus
To be awakened when the animals appear.
Before dawn. black night at their backs
Silently for animals so large they move.
Water buffalo circling the pond to drink
Form silhouettes of ancient rituals.
Newly arrived we present guests look on in awe.
Pink dawn fingers begin to part the night.
Shadows merge, become reflections on the pond.
We see more clearly majesty of beasts.
And wonder where we, architects of newer worlds
Fit in the grand scheme of things.
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Beautiful poem! I especially enjoyed this part: “And wonder where we, architects of newer worlds Fit in the grand scheme of things.”
Thanks, Michelle. I continued to experience that question on my journey.
Great images! What a fabulous line …black night at their backs… Nice ending lines to compliment the opening stanza, too.
Thanks for your comment. It means a lot to me when you write about lines and images you particularly like. ❤
I love the first and last lines of each stanza!
Good critique.Thanks. I hadn’t thought about that.