my youngest son in the blue and his cousin
poem revised: Beachcombing (poetrysoup.com)
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Clouds adrift across the blue sky, like sailing ships over serene sea on a sunny afternoon. Two barefooted boys beach-comb for treasures that have washed ashore, on the warm sandy beach leaving footprints behind; listening to the resonant sonorousness sounds of the sea, as cold sea air rolling inland ruffles their hair. A calm wave silently creeps leaving a slight spume over the golden tanned sand, then slowly drawing back a breath, taking their footprints back with it into its turquoise depth. The two weary boys walk away with sand on their feet, leaving footprints behind on the beach, as they carry a handful of seashells; the sun draws it curtains close, and the night yawns a whiff of cool air exposing its sublime moon. 4/29/2021 Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire Contest Name: "Footprints" Old or New for a Prize
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