Sailing By Like Fresh Whipped Cream
Rowed my skiff 'long a gentle stream
Afternoon sailed by like fresh whipped cream
When of a sudden, the sky did gleam
with myriad stars, nighttime's regime ...
As I took in this scene, I found myself
riding a pounding ocean's foaming surf
My peaceful stream naught but an estuary
My oars commandeered by a playful faerie
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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