oil painting of my son and nephew painted by me
Clouds floating across the azure blue sky like sailing ships over serene sea on a sunny afternoon Two barefooted boys beachcomb the warm sandy beach leaving footprints behind Unaware that there is another world around them listening only to the resonant sonorousness sounds of the sea cold sea air rolling inland ruffled their hair Calm waves silently creep leaving a slight spume over the golden tanned sand then slowly drawing a breath, taking their footprints back into its turquoise depth The boys seem to take pleasure daydreaming of visionary fantasy of hopes scanning the sand for treasures that has washed up upon the shore Perhaps a treasure map in a bottle written long ago or a carved figure mounted on a pirate ship’s bow cocoon in the sand only shown when the waves roll back Soon the sun will draw it curtains close and the night will yawn a whiff of cool air exposing its sublime moon Two weary boys walk away from the beach leaving footprints behind carrying a handful of seashells and stories to tell 12/8/2016 The painting above the poem is an oil painting of my son and nephew painted by me, I call it, " Beachcombing".
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