by Kara Ms
Sunday, February 16, 2003
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About sifting summer memories...
I sift the sand through my toes,
Spilling tiny sandpit rows,
While counting white crest on waves,
For as long as I dare savor,
And let the sun wrap itís blanket
around me, for I am a boundless spirit,
On this hot, hot summer day -
Resting back, I see ocean breezes play,
With a waffled kite Ė let loose and tight,
To be defeated in itís plucky flight,
Thoughts of first love and kisses rose,
Frozen in frames, like an old picture show,
Of summer times that came and went,
With glimpses of tanned faces at volley ball nets,
And in this reckless moment, I smile,
And let the quenching heat roll by,
As I sift the sand through my toes,
Spilling tiny sandpit rows.
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|Reviewed by Mike Philbin
|this is wonderfully uplifting
soakin' up the rays!
|Reviewed by A PAX
|oh this brings images of warmer days on these snow bound nights
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|Wonderful images, beautiful poem
|Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)
|I can almost feel the heat of the sand under my feet. Thankyou for the much-needed break from a dreary, long winter.
|Reviewed by Vicky Jeter
|Oh to be at peace with Life and Self.
Thank you for this. Vicky