Poetry of the Web
Welcome to the poetry of David B. Robinson.
Writing has the ability to inspire men to great deeds and may speak of
what exists or what may be. Often it may communicate, in and of itself,
so for right now we shall let it do that in an original poem or two.
Vision of the Everglades
Winnowing, the blades of grass
Now part before the prow of steel,
Conquering the last impasse
To see what nature will reveal.
Soon, we spy a hammock wild,
Since miles of grass have passed behind,
Growing in the water mild
Or on dry land, so do we find.
Water birds fly when we come
To near this island hammock land,
Grasses thinning out to scum
Encircling the lake fairy-land.
Sits our island in the mean
Of one black-watered, shallow lake.
Right next to the landing green,
Two water moccasins awake.
Shrubbery grows all about,
And palms are waving in the air;
Everglades are hereabout,
With nature lavish everywhere.
Indian mounds rest within,
Just centered here on island ground,
--Artifacts are deep herein;
With climbing trees they're grown around.
Hammock island, once good bye
We bid you with your mounds intact,
Centered on that alkali
Where wild things live to quick transact.
The Elfin Bal
The stone of bal comes cold and bare,
But jasmine's wafting in the air,
And ferns of sori lushly grow,
Though verdant green connects with snow.
Majestic dolmers stand on sand;
They guard a tiny, elfin band.
Their hammers rise and fall in air
As clear as crystal, crisp, and rare.
The gold and silver which they sack
Is put with jewels on a stack.
Each wears a droopy, sock-like cap
To hold his hair without mishap.
A green lake-water goes to fall
On columns which surround them all.
The fairy mine .lies locked away
From common folks upon their way.
Enchanted forest, hung to be,
The fairy glade is there to see.
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Copyright David B. Robinson 1997.