With a trip to the beach with my family planned for Saturday, I thought maybe Id reshare a poem I wrote a few years back. Which by the way, was the last time I went to the beach... Maybe youll enjoy it, or maybe you wont. A Sunday at the Beach by: Rob Paquin Far from peaks of Mountains great Far from clear cool valley lake Far from seeded field of maise Lies all of lifes birthing place A place where wind touches land A place where water washes sand A place where the ocean & sky command The view to where the horizon stands And with the sound of waves a crashing And with the sounds of children splashing And with the sound of the people laughing To lay in the warmth of the suns brilliant flashing There was no cloud within the sky There was the call of the seagulls cry There was my kite that so high did fly It was a day to make an angel sigh The women with their deep tanned skin barely clothed in cloths so thin Their beauty without and within brought up thoughts of the deepest sin The water with its wettened touch I swam inside its icy clutch refreshing though it was as such so cold that it was almost too much My daughter as she pranced on by her boyfriend and his wandering eye her friend who kept on asking why and in the chair relaxed was I And as my skin turned slowly red And as I ate ham and cheese on bread And as my kite flew overhead A book by my side sat there unread The man in front with the radio on The sullen boy who became withdrawn That womans gaze that called Cmon are all the muses that I draw upon It was a day so fair and sweet A day inside the summers heat In that place where the land does meet The ocean blue, A day complete And so it was with a rested soul I departed there with more control Feeling younger and not so old And with this rhyme my storys told ~The Snowdog~
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 11:28:16 +0000
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