Parasol Pirate

It was "The Cape" in early June Along with her sister Vie They had strolled down past the dunes Under a cloudless sky She could taste the ocean salt On a swirling southern breeze In new dresses mother bought Instead of their dungarees On a rock, the eldest in blue Matching ribbon in her hair Going on 'bout a boy she knew The youngest pretending to care But sailing on a green grass ocean Drifting in a pirate's dream A young girl with a swashbuckling notion Stealing gold from a Spanish queen Looting up and down the coast Black patch over one eye Sailing with Blackbeard's ghost Skull and crossbones flying high Then suddenly, back in a blink Captured by mother's call A girl pirate dressed in pink Her saber, a red parasol an original poem by Daniel Turner