A book to house all my Poetic Explorations |
| It's that time of year again. The clouds showed no hints of rain. Rays sparkle on white, pristine grains. While I embrace each gentle wave of the main. Oh, how lovely it is to behold! A lone tree stands and firmly holds A swing that cradles the young and the old I wonder how long the tree upholds. Now take a moment to glance Above and beneath the great expanse Can you see the birds in an unchoreographed dance? And those children in their mischievous prance? These are but a few of the glorious things you'll see. When summertime is spent at the sea. |