Scenes from a Polish Village

by Monika Eberhard
 
 
Puffed-pigeons pout and coo
To a shiny, iridescent mate
Cabblestones mesh in an intricate web
And lead up to a flowery gate
Multicolored pigeons strut and coo

An old church steeple kisses the sky
A horse trots heartily along
Pulling fresh vegetables to a nearby market
His master flicks the reins with brown arms strong
An elderly steeple rises to the sky

A rose blooms brightly in the sun
Its petals glowing pinkish-red
Gracing the simple Polish garden
Thriving in its rich dark bed
The rose blooms brightly in the sun.
 
 
 
 
Monika was born in Brazil, and raised in the USA .   Her mother is Polish, and her father - Brazilian.  She graduated from the University of Texas in Austin with the degree in journalism.   She loves Poland, and always looked forward to her summer trips there.  She took classes at  the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, and also taught English to the Polish students. 
Monika lives in Austin.
 
More poems by Monika:  K.L. Auschwitz - Lublin, Poland