Sands of time, sands of home, and sands of love
Sing such lovely songs to my well traveled
Sandy toes tickled warm Caribbean
Home –d and splashed with turquoise’s good sun
Foamy dances and lacey curls make public
Delicate beauty’s shells ~ bits of sea glass
Drifting barnacled treasures from above
Collected places, grains distance-d walked
Haulover, Melbourne, Sebastian, Peconic
Sanded estuaries, oceans and bays
Eternal tiny groundings filtering
Paths of His light, His times, home’s true heart
(Sweeping Memories, Tennessee
October 27,2006)
YOU ARE TH'QUEEN OF COUPLETS, MY DEAR...IN FACT, I HAVE RECENTLY CONVERTED SEVERAL OF MY OLDER WORKS WHICH WERE STRUCTUED IN APROSESQUE, OR ESSAY FORMAT, INTO COUPLETS & IT JUST OPENED TH' POEM UP FOR ITS FULL WORTH TO BE EASILY READ....I LIKE THIS PIECE A LOT, DEBRA...A FINE JOB INDEED......'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''{F jR}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This feels intact in its content and is quite a show, well done again Debora Love duncan X