WONDER (A COMPOUND WORD POEM)

a poem by Gloria Watts, UK

WONDER

The old brass band plays in the square
people passing, they stop and stare
in wonder.

Across the icy pavements wide
red-cheeked children run and slide with
wonderment.

The players wear a crown of white
Their breath a filmy haze of light,
quite wondrous.

Icy fingers their instruments hold
despite old winter’s arctic cold
wonderful.

Later the music slowly fades
like shadows people drift away
wonderstruck.



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