I’ve seen summer shine
On those Connemara seas.
Seen it brighten faces,
Turn skies to rainbows.
Children run on the strand,
Lovers walk hand in hand,
Fishermen fish far out;
All because of the presence.
The sapphire sky envelops
The view, jagged rocks
Close this image off,
Framing me a photograph.
Sand blows over my feet;
The sun is colouring bodies;
The sea receives them whole,
They bobble like corks.
I’ve seen golden beams shine
On the golden sands and land.
Seen it take pictures
No disaster can burn.
I’ve seen summer shine
On those Connemara seas.
Seen it brighten faces,
Turn skies to rainbows.
Oh, how I do miss the beaches. The feeling of the sun's warm rays, the sound of waves crashing onto the shore, and most of all, the smell of the ocean air! You've just reminded me of home with a wonderful and vivid picture. Great poem.
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There's a ambient, musical charm emanating from this delightful depiction. Kindest regards, Greg.