His smile is of meadow flowers merry
Where dawn's sunrays cheery lights always meet
Ravishing playful breezes, that ferry
on all greens where he threads his hardy feet
He'll greet the night sky, his soul calling out,
counting stars as if they were his own kind,
never surrender to age's redoubt;
silent thunder rolls in dreams of his mind.
His smile is a meadow flower's sigh,
calling songbirds by their names to redeem.
A sphinx of life within is never nigh,
for a silent breeze whispers midnight's dream
And wisdom will speak quiet in his sleep
To this kind man who smiles where meadows weep
Author notes
Dedicated to poet Ron Wiseman or Lyndon as he is known to us....a cheery fellow he is.
A contest entry
- Tribute to Ron Wiseman, known here as Lyndon. by ecrivain01.
2000 points, ended May 1, 2008, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Merveilleux ...
and not much more need be said.
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I was drawn back to reread this fabulous versed piece of inspiration again. And it just becomes more impressive each and every time I read it. This author's poetic abilities lift the spirit so well in verse. As does the quiet reflection of its subject it pays tribute to.Very nice work indeed Poet!
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You've describe the shining warm hues of Lyndon well here as we all have come to know him on varied levels.Rooted well in his poetic knowledge and yet warmly free spirited enough to be inspiring as a poet too. Nicely done!
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Hi, yes he is a wonderful person, lovely poem, we have landed up in the same contest,lol, hugs Di
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