Their boot prints faded
on the Normandy beaches
We honor lives lost.
The rainbow crosswalks
in city intersections
are bridges of love.
The eagle watches
over the land of the free.
Freedom is not free.
Tick-tock. As the clock
and the long work week winds down
a cocktail awaits.
A deer sat dozing
peacefully in our backyard
I dared not wake it.
Long highway stretches
Melanie seductively
crooning in our ears
Animal paw prints
are playful sights that leave me
splashes of whimsy
Virgil’s words hold true
for we shall never forget
the lives that were lost.
The parks come alive
as sleeping trees awaken
from winter slumber.
Pink and white blossoms
pepper the old city streets
signaling it’s Spring