Daunted by Monday’s hour <br />I walk across Zalud Park <br />Mound to mound, I reckon <br />Tomorrow’s angry by minutes end. <br />. <br />Found a few swings <br />made one for toddlers <br />Kids and adults - like me. <br />I whisper sigh– <br />. <br />What a wonderful day, said I <br />And so I sat, jumpstart, swings a couple <br />Shadows follow behind. <br />. <br />Swinging back and forth <br />I swing high, swim slow– <br />Deep sands bury the shadow <br />That seems to daunt <br />Tomorrow’s resolute volatility.<br /><br />Daffodil Decarie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daunted/
