POETRY – RHYME


Boomerang:

In the lull, post the storm,
Well before I’m, back to the norm.
In our Elphin’s, garden of sun,
Behold techniques there, to be one.

In the ocean, roar of the leaves,
With the whistling, tone of thieves.
Midst the buzzing, drone of bees,
Bring incessant, life to my knees.

To hospitality, a la France’
All Europa, we must advance.
To open house, a la Roi,
Glad recipient, of his joy.

One more backward, step to ensue,
Before the onward, journey true.
To paternal, call I must heed,
Brothers our family, friends indeed.