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The Golden Monarch

Poetry By: James Troxler
Poetry



A very short poem. One of my lesser bits that I'm using as practice to make sure I got this uploady-thingy down pat. Fire away!


Submitted:Mar 21, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The Golden Monarch

The king rises,

Kissing the clouds

With his royal blessing.

They blush with their good fortune.

He smiles on his subjects.

Arrayed in their many colors,

They rise to accept his grace,

And blossom with brilliant joy.

He dismisses the minstrel,

And her royal ladies.

The lullaby ends

And the fanfare begins.

The red capped callers,

March to the rooftops.

With voices raised,

They hail the golden monarch.





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