Lisa Grove

Holidays With Gran

Poem by Lisa Grove

Cartwheels, windmills
The curtains open
The wind blows through
Sky as blue as Lapis
Swallows scream above
Gingham checks, Geraniums
Sand in my shoes
White sock lines, pink sunburn
Late dinner, watering can
Summer holidays with Gran

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 17, 2005