A festival that celebrates our town We're Hebron, a community of friends The maples here achieve a great renown And every year we hope it never ends The sugar from our maples is so sweet It flows when trees are tapped in early spring It flows like friendship flows down every street It seems to make the people want to sing A festive song, a festival we love We welcome all with hope that always grows Like maple leaves on lofty limbs above Through which the joy of maple syrup flows The winter snows will melt and go away While Hebron’s Maple Festival will stay.
Archive for the ‘Sonnets’ Category
Hebron Maple Festival
Saturday, March 16th, 2024TNT Is Meant To Be
Tuesday, February 13th, 2024For Valentine's Day Every good love story needs a good sonnet. This one is for Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce: ----- They found each other somewhere in the light A metaphor that knows just where to look To see beyond the limits of plain sight A simple story in love’s storybook She sings her songs of love with dulcet voice A song becomes much more than what she sings The words of love become a lyric choice Like songbirds know the tune of precious things He must have known true love will know it’s true It overcomes uncertainty and more It seems to know precisely what to do To show the love beyond love’s metaphor And now together they are TNT An acronym for what was meant to be.
Hebron, CT: Land of the Free and Home of the Brave
Sunday, July 4th, 2021We’re free because we live where freedom reigns
We’re free to celebrate the lives of all
Let’s celebrate with beautiful refrains
Accompanied by those who hear the call
We live where folks are brave enough to serve
True service comes in many shapes and forms
Our celebrations recognize the nerve
Of men and women standing through life’s storms
Our town was built with strength and love and care
It stands, a model of it’s brilliant past
Our history is stories all can share
Our future knows the way to make us last
Our town is Hebron, watch now as we pave
A future pathway for both free and brave.
–Scott Ennis, July 4th, 2021
The Sonnet That I Am
Sunday, May 26th, 2013I am my song, my pulse, my turn, my scheme
If that constricts your mind then you should leave
I’m more than just a vision or a dream
In which some simple acolytes believe
And yet, I’m not a temple on a hill
I’ve seen too many temples come and go
To make pretenses which I can’t fulfill
Pretend I sound like somebody you know
I wear a modest dress, but I’m a whore
Reach just beneath the fabric and you’ll find
I’m rutting hot and eager for some more
You know I’m only fucking with your mind
And in the end I only give a damn
Because I am the sonnet that I am