
Catch me when I’m painted blue
A slow, slow sight to see.
Turquois, green and yellow too
Upon a sandy beach.
Seagulls flitting through the air
And on the shoreline, terns.
Sweat is dripping from my hair
Old Sol, the sun still burns.
Fishermen casting lines
Hoping for some fish.
Wanting eyes, flying high
Waiting for the dish.
Daddy’s helping babies
Building castles made of sand.
Grandma pours another drink
To place in Grandpas hand.
Oh, to be upon a scene
As beautiful as this.
Vacation, she has come and gone
Now time to reminisce.
LOVE it!!!!!
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What a beautiful poem full of moments to cherish. 🙂
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Made up completely, but it sounds good to me! 😊
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Nothing wrong with made up, its the beauty of the sentiment behind your story that tugs at the heart. 🙂
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Indeed!
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Imagery, right?
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Definitely! 🙂
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Wanting eyes flying high waiting for a dish…cool use of words
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Oh, seagulls are always wanitng and waiting… Ha
Thanks for the comment! :-)))
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Wonderful!
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Thank you so much!
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