The Old Photo Poem by John Myshkoff
The Old Photo
The beached boat
Protected her skipper,
Giving refuge
When none could be found
Plodding the waves of the Sound,
The boy became explorer
That boat,
Now what was her name?
No matter,
It cannot be seen
In the old photo.
Dreams of voyages
Yet to be taken,
Long ago forsaken
As he sat staring at the sea
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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5/3/2024 6:40:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful poem, John. Thanks