Trinity's Serenity Trail~

I walk along a Trinity trail
hoping serenity would prevail.
I gave high five to a praying mantis
then exchanged colors with a lizard.

I doodled with a doodle bug
then gave a lady bug a hug.
I fumbled in the presence of a bumble bee.
The beauty of a flower brought me to my knees.

I churned the butter in a butter cup
while the shy crows 'cawed' out bold
while listening to the Beatles
they pushed rock and it rolled.

I teased a leaf and threatened to leave
threw my arms up in a passing breeze.
Played London bridges with some saplings
stepping on live carpet, bare foot and blushing.

An Indian commorant fanned its prehistoric wings
so I waved back at the water turkey, laughing.
A flying squirrel played with its nuts,
while a pussy in a tree was on a feather hunt.

I heard the dove making love and
when the feathers flew, I knew ...
A hare raised up as a deer walked by
acquired some quills from a porcupine.

A Felvis, Black bellied, whistling, tree duck
flew by ... and didn't whistle.
But the Mallards quacked me up
to be about as crazy as a loon.

So I took a gander and got goosed
underneath a swaying spruce.
With all this noise I can't find serenity
along the banks of the river, Trinity.