Open Poetry #22 |
Wild on the Chincoteague Beach |
Blue Kitty Member
since 2002-08-05
Posts 72Virginia |
The beach was made for running on fast as you can, Splashing the surf up as the ocean slides on the sand, You go running wild one almost flying over the land. Kick the wet sand up high to catch in your hair Cake it dry bake in the sun with salt from the misting air, Run wild one without worries and without a care. Shout your name over the surf pounding so loud The wind will bring the eternal spirit of the wild Watching you takes me back to being a child. P. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Beautiful imagery. I love it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Ah yes, running on the surfline, in that wet, compact mud. I loved that. Until I ran headlong over shells, and cut myself a bit. Still, y' can't have everything. Thanks for this. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
What the hay! Why can't we still do that! ---I'll race ya! ~ may the gentle winds lift your spirit high! ~ EA |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Hooray for the beach...James |
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