Peter S. Quinn


Golden Seaside - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Golden seaside
coming my way,
here I'll abide
finding my day;
life is a wave
going on by,
longings to crave
before I die.

Golden youth
morning to come,
that's the truth
where all's from;
feel the singing
of its sea shore,
what it's bringing
more and more...

Golden beach
dreams in your way,
what shall you teach
this coming day?
Life is on going
flying its wings,
in golden glowing
that eternally sings.

Topic(s) of this poem: lyrical, seaside, songs of life


Comments about Golden Seaside by Peter S. Quinn

  • Paul Reed (9/13/2017 8:09:00 AM)


    Those happy days spent at the seaside with their golden memories. Well written, Peter (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 13, 2017



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