Treasure Island

Esra Sloblock


Being There


The coast and all it has to offer
It's many gifts will freely proffer
The air unique, a taste so rare
The feeling as it blows through hair
Fortified with ozone zest
And warmth of Gulf Stream from the west
The heady blend that fills the senses
Waves that crash on sea defences
The sensation of bare feet on sand
Soft grains that run through open hand
Rock pools teeming, full of wonder
A microcosm of the wild blue yonder
Invigoration and glowing face
That's obtained from no other place

Submitted: Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, August 24, 2010

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  • Kee Thampi (8/17/2006 6:31:00 AM)

    Soft grains that run through open hand
    Rock pools teeming, full of wonder
    A microcosm of the wild blue yonder
    Invigoration and glowing face
    the real pretty thing behind everything is a whisper or a verse of poem (Report) Reply

  • Mary Nagy (8/15/2006 6:29:00 AM)

    The visuals really come alive in this Esra! I could feel the sun on my face and the warm sand on my feet! Great poem. Sincerely, mary (Report) Reply

  • R H (8/10/2006 4:13:00 PM)

    I could easily envisage being there - nice flow to this Esra. Justine (Report) Reply

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