Vickie Burkett

Rookie (02-28-89 / Kent)

Sea Side Holiday - Poem by Vickie Burkett

The crunching stones beneath my feet
Unlike any noise you would hear in the street
No banging doors
No street whores
Na car fumes
Or smoke to inhale
The rays of the sun beat down on the shore
The big rock boulders when the tide is in
The pinching crabs looking for food
Just pure fresh air and the memories of the holiday you wish would never end.

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  • Shaun William Hayes (4/20/2008 7:47:00 PM)

    I can smell the salt air, good writing Vickie (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2008

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