Monday, July 04, 2022
Sea Poems
Happy 4th of July! And perhaps some of you are by the water. All of us can enjoy these great poems about the sea...
We had this gem from Gavin:
Clad in pink she wades
Waves nip her ankles, she laughs
She yells “Daddy, come!”
Waves nip her ankles, she laughs
She yells “Daddy, come!”
And I loved my dad's:
Each wave has a life
aided by a breeze it makes
it across the lake
'Til its journey ends
at my feet too exhausted
to tell its story.
aided by a breeze it makes
it across the lake
'Til its journey ends
at my feet too exhausted
to tell its story.
Desiree came with the heat:
Their home is the sea,
but in summer they emerge
to lay turtle eggs.
but in summer they emerge
to lay turtle eggs.
Megan Willome clearly isn't from Minnesota!:
The sea doesn't want
me now — wait until winter,
right after Christmas.
me now — wait until winter,
right after Christmas.
But so much brilliance from Jill Scoggins! This:
The beach has a light
that comes just before sunset.
Gold, like no other.
that comes just before sunset.
Gold, like no other.
And this:
Gulls call overhead.
They swoop and spin seeking food.
We shoo them away.
And this:
Mama’s beach house: My
Crystal Beach home. Pot’s always
on: Crabs, crawfish, shrimp.
Crystal Beach home. Pot’s always
on: Crabs, crawfish, shrimp.
And this (Did she really have an IH Scout?):
“Let’s ride the beach!” Joe
says. We pile in the Scout. Greet
friends, strangers alike.
says. We pile in the Scout. Greet
friends, strangers alike.
And this:
Whoooosh the peaceful Whoooosh
of the waves Whoooosh lulls us Whooosh
to sleep Whoooosh Whooosh Whooosh
of the waves Whoooosh lulls us Whooosh
to sleep Whoooosh Whooosh Whooosh
And this!:
Sunburns and jelly
fish stings. Tar balls wash up from
the Gulf rigs. So what?
You see, my weekends
always had a pot over
a propane burner.
Somethin’ good cookin’.
Fam’ly and friends. Shorts, flip flops,
swimsuit. Nothing more
needed. Our beach house
was the center of the world.
It drew us all in.
fish stings. Tar balls wash up from
the Gulf rigs. So what?
You see, my weekends
always had a pot over
a propane burner.
Somethin’ good cookin’.
Fam’ly and friends. Shorts, flip flops,
swimsuit. Nothing more
needed. Our beach house
was the center of the world.
It drew us all in.
