My Summer Island. Poem by willow moon pearce

My Summer Island.

Rating: 4.9
 


A happy day
Light at 6 am
Already the warmth creeps in
Enriching my cup of coffee.

Bees buzz at eye height
Busy and not caring for your presence.
Pollen and home again
A peaceful life.

Down to the shoreline
Where the wash of waves
Will put you in a doze
Propped againt a rock
Or laid out on the beach.

Bright blue sky,
Not a cloud in sight
Make me reach for sunglasses
And strip off my top.

The sand, bright pink
Adds a beauty,
That visitors will remember
And come back as always.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dee Daffodil 13 July 2006

Wow...I can remember moments like this...well, maybe not the stripping off my top part...but beautiful peaceful mornings on a lake as smooth as glass...and only me, the loons and an occasional fish jumping to break that stillness...awesome...I miss that lake! Lovely poem! Thanks for that moment! Going in my favorites! Hugs, Dee

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Uriah Hamilton 12 March 2006

A beautiful calm poem that makes you want to do nothing but write poetry and give thanks.

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Simply perfect. But my reasons differ from those of Mr Palmer! :)

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Duncan Wyllie 03 March 2006

You always seem to capture something beautiful in your work.I pictured the scene with ease and this is a Ten from me.Love Duncan

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Lamont Palmer 03 March 2006

How can one not like a poem that possesses a reference to 'tops being stripped off? ' Nice poem, to say the very least. -LP

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