July 7, 2016

Three poems by Ken Allan Dronsfield: "1775 Finally Homeward 1783", "Hand to Heart", "Let Freedom Reign"

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He enjoys thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa. He is the Co-Editor of the new Poetry Anthology titled, "Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze" available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in Journals, Magazines and Reviews throughout the Web including: Indiana Voice Journal, Belle Reve Journal, Peeking Cat Magazine, Dead Snakes, Bewildering Stories and many others.



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1775 Finally Homeward 1783

Gold buttons on a jacket of blue
of brass and ribbons so adorned.
The tricorne hat reverent and proud
sits next to a white powdered wig.
Candles burn on the rickety desk,
where a quilled pen and ink await.
Maps and papers piled all about.
Staying warm by the old fireplace.
T'was the final throes; birth of a nation,
a last push for a lasting freedom from
a royal reign, not a murderous contempt,
but rather of a slavery of the mind.
He said goodbye at Fraunces Tavern,
hadn't seen Mount Vernon in so long.
When the last man bid him farewell, he
mounted his horse and sprinted home.
The long ride got him to thinking, of
all the lives lost and the victories won.
Each gave their all supporting this land,
America was born, of blood and tears.
We chose a day to commemorate this;
a great surge for our independence.
July 4th was selected, and it was then
the great Declaration was signed.
Many felt the date is wrong, 1776 was
a year for dreamers and many realize
the actual date of Independence was

1783 when the British waved goodbye.




Hand to Heart


In the Town Center,
flags adorned sidewalks,
red, white & blue colored
buntings and banners hung
across the crowded streets.
The clock tower chimed,
announcing that it's now
time for the July 4th parade.
As trumpets did report,
the drum beats retort
the Soldiers, Sailors,
Airman and Marines
marched proudly on
wearing dress uniforms.
I remember the sounds
of hoof beats on ground
hauling caissons, cannon,
and wagons with old war
veterans waving to all.
My Dad stood there,
a little graying of hair,
hand upon his heart as
the Flag bearer marched by.
I did as he did, and still do
to this day. Hold my hand to
heart as our Flag waves on.




Let Freedom Reign

Kite flies high, brisk breezes blow,
smell of coconut oil permeates the air;
waves crashing with a raucous blast,
beach balls bounce on the 4th of July.
Flags flying high, snapping in rhythm;
children running about, kicking up sand.
Planes fly by with banners selling spirits,
a hot dog run on cotton candy days.
The band plays on the old boardwalk;
people scurry like ants to honey drops.
Firecrackers pop and sky rockets swoosh.
It so nice to be away from the rancid city.
Off on a romp, someone's streaking there
by the water's edge, to screams and laughter.
Ocean's cold, nice for polar bears and dares;
Freedom reigns for all on Independence Day.

 

~Ken Allan Dronsfield


1 comment:

  1. My thanks to Janine Pickett, David Allen and the entire staff at the Indiana Voice Journal for this awesome 'Freedom Issue'.....

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