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LADYBUG SONNET
©Gary Bowman Ladybug, On summer’s day, dost take flight Speckled black, Scarlet shroud, on tiny wing Upon this shoulder, Wouldst thou, please, alight? Grant now this wish, And good fortune bring To those who thirst, May their thirst be quenched For those in despair, Might hope yet find a way Suffer not the children, Midst’ war’s vile stench, Trouble, disappear, That comfort might stay In youth, where there is will, But not the means In age, abundant means, But lack desire As the world turns, Suff’ring still remains What noble man, Hath one spark of fire? Dreams of fairest meadow, On summer’s day That thou this wish would grant, Don’t fly away |
