Thursday, January 2, 2003

Another Time, Another Place Comments

Rating: 4.5

The sound of the pounding surf.
The beauty of the waves as the tide comes and goes.
Walking along the beach, the spray upon your face.
The smell of ocean air as a breeze whisks across your face
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Marguerite Treon
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Kate Valley 28 May 2007

Marguerite, What a wonderful, vivid poem you've written! I absolutely can imagine being right there. Thank you for your words. Kate

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Chillicothe, Missouri
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