We were playing beside the puddle
on the beach, by the greyest rock
in the world...
And the wind came running over
like Harlyn would, with Evy getting
there just before him...
and I laughed, and put my hands
out, and looked a little bit like a lion...
Isabella was looking at a Crab,
I wanted to go flying
but the wind kept me where I was
and laughed with me...
The Windy End of the Beach.
Published by Dan Ryder on June 27, 2012 - 13:27
Comments
Dan Ryder | June 27, 2012 - 13:30
There's a photo of my nephew and niece that goes with this but I can't upload it, sorry about that.
Sooz006 | June 27, 2012 - 14:50
I don't think you need it Dan, the words paint it perfectly.
Has everybody in the country gone to the beach today? The one after this is a beach poem, too. Has summer come? Really?
Lovely snap shot that is a photograph in words.
Dan Ryder | June 28, 2012 - 02:44
Thank you Sooz, happy to hear that. I know what you mean, beach stories the theme of the day :)
Dan.
Rigel | June 28, 2012 - 11:32
Wonderful snapshot, Dan.
Rigel
Silver Spun Sand | June 28, 2012 - 23:36
I agree. Quite magical.
Tina
Dan Ryder | July 3, 2012 - 21:05
Thank you very much, real glad you liked it.
Dan.
RachelPatricia | July 8, 2012 - 15:27
There it is! So glad you put this back up, Dan - one of my personal favourites of yours, it's so uplifting and as Tina says, quite magical, too. Beautiful stuff - and a well-deserved cherry :)
ScoZen | February 7, 2013 - 22:08
To quote sooz006's words "...Lovely snap shot that is a photograph in words..."
I fully agree.