A Picnic

One day early we reach
A cool, windy, merry beach
Standing on a sea shore
Some of them stood merry
Some of them stood weary
We enjoyed the water and rain
And enjoyed the watery pain
Don't want to close the merry door
Now nothing awaful we want more
Accept the echoing watery floor
As early we had reached the beach
Merry but weary home then we reach

Sunday, May 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: visionary
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