A Wish??? ....nothin' more than a tackle box of
w-obbly
i-ndefinite
s-hapeless
h-ints
sittin' on the side of the bay right before sunset. . .
w-ooing
i-nward
s-imple
h-opes
A Wish
just may die from sunstroke. . . burying itself in the sand because no one else wants to play. . .
w-aits
i-gnor'd
s-hrivel'd
h-urt,
A Wish
lives when it learns that anyone fishing for success should never cast a wishing line without the right lure to reel in their dreams.
© 2008 by cynth'ya lewis reed
all rights reserv'd
Be always safe,
Karen
Hello, Sweetie. This is a beautiful, poignant write that bears much fruit - thank you. You inspire me. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The last one,
W-aits
I-gnor'd
S-hrivel'd
H-urt
...rings so true.