The bringer of light comes over the hill, <br />A resonant day is stirring. <br />In the rose tinted mist of the morning, <br />Dragonflies briskly come whirring. <br /> <br />Marshland musicians from Cattail Pond, <br />In long trilling preludes to spring, <br />Awake and inspire the resident choir, <br />And the red-winged blackbirds sing. <br /> <br />Pretty miss bird has assuredly heard, <br />The heart of the young balladeer, <br />Red epaulets flare conspicuously, <br />The message he's sending is clear. <br /> <br />More songsters arrive, the marsh comes alive, <br />Bouncing with improvisation, <br />Carefree indifference is merrily shown, <br />To irrelevant non-syncopation.<br /><br />Connie Yost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marshland-musicians/
