The Meadow

The meadow resplendent in summertime,

flowers blossom colours of the rainbow.

The busy bee humming a merry song,

gathering his harvest fit for a queen.

Butterflies float like kites on the breeze,

invisible string guiding them from flower to flower.

Birdsong fills the air,

long-grass sways as if dancing in delight.

A ladybird in a red dress with black buttons,

walks along the stem of a honeysuckle,

looking innocent but searching for her prey.

A sudden gust of wind,

and dandelion seeds fill the air

as if snow is falling in our summer meadow.

A frogs rich tenor voice croaks rhythmically,

conspicuous in the undergrowth.

Two lovers stroll hand in hand,

her cheeks flushed, his eyes transfixed.

He picks her up and spins her around,

life is bliss in natures garden.

(c) Mark Casey

Villanelle Poem

Today I am posting a Villanell Poem. Hope you like it. 
 
Born free?

Can this kangaroo court judge me?
With their smirking, snarling, sneering
Is not a man born free?

No crime committed, can’t they see?
Will a witness be appearing?
Can this kangaroo court judge me?
No jury here to hear my plea

They’re the judge and jury I am fearing
Is not a man born free?
What law was broken, by what decree,
Is this hostile crowd jeering?

Can this kangaroo court judge me?
No mercy shown, so let it be
Hang him! They are cheering
Is not a man born free?

Led to the gallows, the hanging tree
My fate with God is nearing
Can this kangaroo court judge me?
Is not a man born free?

(c) Mark Casey