Scamp Poem by Cat Hodgson

Scamp



A youthful scamp tests a wave
allowing water to wet her limbs
and then again running above
to eavesdrop on ocean hymns

This dance of tag plays headlong
in the warm sun with delight
when the midday approaches eve
what a sparkling crystal sight

Allowing waves a little warmth
twill embrace her mortal plot
washing surge take her beyond
to worlds of make believe aught

© cat hodgson

Thursday, May 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: vacation
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 25 May 2014

This nice little piece reminds me of childhood trips to the shore where I would spend all day riding the waves! Even though it was the freezing Atlantic Ocean! The things kids can withstand! ! ! ! ! !

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