The Red Parasol By Alfred Glendening
One summer morning on the beach
she spies her friend, and runs to greet
this lovely child, in solitaire,
with a parasol and silken hair.
A cherub look upon one's face,
while the other smiles, still filled of grace
But both are feeling young at heart
and can't resist the sand and surf
Too soon the whimsy of the day
has led them closer to the bay
The warm sand and the sea agree
to join the ocean's windswept breeze
to make their visit more replete
with gifts of summer's sweet retreat
Perfection offers them a chance
to laugh and plot, and take a glance
If no one's looking, they can shed
their shoes and stockings, free their feet
then tiptoe in and shriek in glee!
They feel each ripple undertone
which tickles toes, and chills their bones
and licks the hems of petticoats
In pastel shades of vast array
they seem two flowers, wild bouquets
that dance among the white-washed hue
of tide pools blue, and morning's dew
Two flowers sprouting here and there
cavorting along the sandy shore
Until again, it's time to go
And though, restrained, as secrets go
they must again be proper girls
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6/20/16
Contest: The Red Parasol by Alfred Glendening
Sponsor: Eve Roper
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