God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
Today we are having fun at the sea
Mummy and daddy, Tommy and me.
White topped waves tickle our toes
Salty sea water splashes our clothes.
Mummy and daddy are relaxing on the beach
Tommy and I play happily, not far out of reach.
The weather is cold and clouds block the sun,
still nothing will stop us all having some fun.
Daddy has a net and we searched in a rock pool
We found a crab and sea shells, the water was cool.
Mummy has packed a picnic for us to eat,
how I am enjoying our beach day treat.
I hope the clouds disappear and the sun peeps through
then we can enjoy the beach neath skies so blue.
We can’t rely on the weather even thought it’s June
it was fun being together and we can come back soon.
Contest Oil Paintings 1-2-3
Sponsor Eve Roper
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
The days of Summer are here
On this beautiful earth sphere
This season of shine
The beach we do pine
Our time to appear draws near
The day we have awaited has arrived
To the seaside we carefully drive
The kids and their daddy
The excitement in us now thrives
In adventure they play on the dunes
Through the reeds the breeze plays a tune
A symphony so grand
As I'm barefoot on the sands
On this glorious sunny afternoon
For these days of Summer cheer us all
As the sounds of happy kids en-thrall
Our day is now ended
As darkness has descended
My kids and I had a ball
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
I wrote this yesterday in anticipation of our granddaughter getting married today. she asked that I not publish it until after the wedding at 7:00 PM today. Well, they got married and now I have been given the green light to post this. I am proudly doing so.
Tomorrow You're Getting Married
(with love to granddaughter Bella)
By Franklin Price
Tomorrow you're getting married
A big step in your life
To the one you've chosen and you love
He your husband you his wife
You will become his partner
In everything you do
A fifty fifty proposition
A new family of two
Some may think you're foolish
That it is a big mistake
It is not their decision
It is your choice to make
You've considered all the reasons
In your heart knows it's true
That this time is the right time
That this marriage is for you
Sorry we can't be there
But when you say I do
We'll be cheering from the breaking waves
And the sand around you too
We wish you both the very best
Sent from our hearts with love
That you have found true happiness
That you're blessed by God above
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2015
Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand
Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around
Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before
Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below
Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began
Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise
My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011
Clocks in the house were all but removed
I chose utter quietude over malicious ticks and tocks.
Adhering to schedules was reliant on the angles of the sun,
and the sandy family hourglass artifact sitting by the side
of me at my station, every hour on the hour reminding, and
I myself being ready to flip. This was how not to live
as a farmer and still be a slave to the working of grains.
The sanctity of my spinning room was also my prison for
forty hours every week, and a third of my adult life.
Pressing down on the pedal below to see the top half rotate
and as my world turns I sometimes get approached.
With significant fibers, their casual orders are mine for marching,
working that spindle to the satisfaction of the customer,
as was every occasion but my last one, the best one, the only one
that I'll remember as special, delivering my soul from boredom.
My only daughter, sweet thing, no siblings to rival with
unless a naked, well tattered doll counts. She took it on adventures
to the moon while I couldn't see my child, my savior expanding horizons.
It was silly not to see her blowing about carefree as the wind that day
without concerns over food and shelter all she desired was the deepest
one of all. She was sleeping on desires with every chance to dream for her
best friend a modest cape for him to fly. Deep inside I knew her spirits
and that doll would ride the same breeze but I had to say no for the silk
was not mine. The customer was always right until the next day
when I stepped out to the corner store for the bite of a sour apple,
returning to an open door the hourglass was broken and my spindle bare.
The world had stopped spinning, time had stopped existing… so long
comfortable rut. Mortified for a brevity, just when I thought worlds
couldn't change, mine had with the crashing of an antique. The glass
littered beach on the floor was proof of that. The spindle was stripped of
its importance and all of a sudden it hit me fast, so fast I smiled.
My daughter was no devil and yet she was the culprit stealing
my heart before and a cape now but it was okay,
just this once, to have a family legacy mocked
for the prosperity of a child's imagination.
Seeing them fly in the backyard I dripped gentle
waves from tear ducts upon that glass scattered beach
secretly grateful, values in my life were restored.
Copyright © karl marszalowicz | Year Posted 2013
Only place in summer that I want to be
Now I have time to relax and be with the family
Taking time out to sunbathe in the golden sun
Happy times paddling in the sea is such fabulous fun
Even getting sand in our sandwiches doesn’t spoil the day
Bathing in the rising tide of an inviting sea
Enjoying watching the children play so joyously
Ambling over to the hotdog stall for a cup of tea
Circling seagulls overhead cry endlessly
Hoping this will always be a trip we make annually.
Written for Summer Acrostic Contest sponsored by Francine Roberts
Copyright © JADAZZLE UNITED | Year Posted 2014
Love is a wonder
shared by one another
it's the only reason
I'm not six feet under
Love in which I believe
in a will to sustain
I give back to life, now
in dormant states of pain
The power of Love
may not alone be enough
locked inside my dreams
escape only from above
higher than any human being
has ever gone before
I must have evolved
rise above hate, great once more
My Father taught me wisdom
I am imprisoned no longer
now an beast not of burden
I am no lion, I am stronger
on my shoulder sits twin dragons
long awaiting the day
evil forces come forth to
take what Love is left, away
A Hero of Love light
are what the world needs
angels, not demons
exist where ever you believe
follow your heart's direction
and you shall achieve
objects of affection
rid of materialistic greed
My bright energy
has awakened to a fire
never consuming the source
as the flames just grow higher
that is the desire
of a product we call Love
Fear, the counterpart
what I was once made of
I am slowly learning
how to win when my peace
is harder to sharpen
so I have given my pen leave
the sword has its uses
I must say I believe
to vanquish the evil
in the minds too diseased
to serve any purpose
except their own selfish ones
tomorrow a new day
in the clarity of the sun
where we two are now one
and one done now does
bring about a great change
lit by the righteousness of Love.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013
In his damp, snail smelly, back yard, water boiled in a vat.
"Hurry honey", said Grandpa, "the tide has just gone out".
In my six year old mind, we were in for a "great big treat".
Willingly, I'd fill my bucket full with sand crabs we'd all eat.
Overcast dark sky and dank fishy cold wind didn't dampen
spirits while scanning wet sand for holes that were sunken.
Intently digging, then oh so thrilled, I yelled,"I found one!"
Clunk! Into my little tin sand bucket it fell; one prize won.
Sadly looking, seagulls mocking, I'd managed only eight.
Grandpa smiled, dumped them in the vat with, "GREAT"!
Copyright © Charlene McCutcheon | Year Posted 2014
with the sun blazing hot
we set off in the car
with the kids and the dog
and the budgerigar
with a bit of a rush
we're at the seaside
where the air's fresh and clean
and there's donkeys to ride
on the large sandy beach
we've a perfect picnic
with the sun beating down
the time passes quick
with the sky turning grey
we expect it to rain
with haste we pack up
then we set off again
with the dusk drawing in
we are back from afar
with the kids and the dog
and the budgerigar
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2015
After the rain,
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.
Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.
Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.
I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts,
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.
Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2010
All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…
Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.
So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-
We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane,
Seizing the day
Because any moment
We could disappear
Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013
As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.
She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end.
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing
To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.
I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.
Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.
Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night
You are my queen of the night.
Copyright © Raphael Adegoke | Year Posted 2013
Beaming sun upon my back
Establish my summer days
A beach, my boys, a blanket, and
Cold drinks, as I soak my rays
Hoping to darken my tan
Bronzing as the babies play
Applied Aveeno Baby, even to their nose
No frowns for the camera, 1-2-3, strike a pose.
Keen eye set on them, as the breeze gently blows
Easy and relaxed, my eyes begin to doze
Todd takes patrol, so I can repose & lay
Bestirred by buckets of water
Ice cold on sunkissed flesh
Now they're gonna get it good, I
Grab the cooler full of ice, and rush
Out in the sun, our time is spent the best
Contest: Beach Blanket Bingo - Sweetheart
Copyright © Wandering Butterfly | Year Posted 2011
The family is all gathered,
Just like Christmas Day;
All lined up in bikini’s,
Soaking up the ray’s;
The beach front sure is hot,
In the middle of July;
On the deck catchin’ catfish,
So we can have a catfish fry;
Playin’ beach volleyball,
In Daisy Duke shorts;
With friends and family,
Of all different sorts;
At night there’s a bonfire,
We’re all makin’ S’mores;
It’s so nice to spend,
Our Christmas outdoors;
It’s a gift to be here together,
And that’s what Christmas brings;
It doesn’t matter the time of year,
From winter to summer to spring;
And I sure love when Christmas,
Comes around in July;
All those warm and fuzzy feelings,
When the temperature is high!
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2010
Buzzing rail buggies
spinning paddled tires beating
out a gritty wake feather
on sand dune
deliberation over alcohol burning
engines being better than gas
everyone with lit cigarette in hand
aroma of tobacco with salt launching
forth from frothy waves
forms low misty curtains
a soft silty beach records a tiny footprint
seagulls honking, hovering like sound buoy's
a large black image emerges from the ocean
it could be a friendly sea monster
"it's grandpa" in a wet suit he wore
more often than a coat and tie
bringing his grandchildren treasure from Atlantis
in abalone shell purses over flowing with sand dollars
I could be all day at the boardwalk arcade
with this haul he brought in
there would be Salmon smoked and filleted
for Thanksgiving dinner
all the cousins huddled together in the family room
with 3 bay windows on the cliff
verging on the muffled sea
countered by a fireplace and couches
This painting of a tempest tossed ship with mast, less sail,
over the mantel
brush stroked by some nameless prophetic flea market artist
over the hum of conversation, laughter
and cacophony of china and crystal
a hushed deep voice filled
my chest like a distant fog horn blew
"These are days of calm, my boy....... enjoy them!"
Copyright © Brian Martin | Year Posted 2015
My wife is a hardheaded lady
So when she makes up her mind
Whatever it is that she wanted
Is just a matter of time
She wanted a family vacation
Everyone must make the scene
Including our kids and their families
We are a group of sixteen
The first one took us to Oregon
To a motel on the beach
Although everyone had lots of fun
It was just too far to reach
The next one was also held out of town
A nice place on Lake Chelan
With boats and skis and a swimming pool
Everyone thought it was grand
Went to Lake Chelan for two more years
Then we found a brand new spot
It was a big lodge in Idaho
We all loved that place a lot
We had that big lodge all to our self
It was on Lake Pend Oreille
It rained the whole week were there
We played games inside all day
Even though we had that bad weather
The vacation was the best
The place so big, kids played hide-and-seek
Good visit, fun games and rest
We returned there again the next year
It has its dock and bay
Water sports, fishing and paddle boats
Then someone sold it away
The next year’s vacation was different
We rented two large house boats
A week boating on Lake Roosevelt
I got sick and almost croaked
Then we went to Marrowstone Island
To my daughter’s new beach place
They caught crabs and clams, then bought oysters
Crammed sea food into our face
Then the guy boated to Port Townsend
But when they were coming back
Yellow boat died in the ferry’s lane
They barely avoided a smack
The next year it was back to Lake Chelan
But at a different place
One of the kids brought a small scooter
Road it all around the place
Two years ago, back to the beach house
Played games and had lots of sun
The tenth family vacation for us
For two year’s now there’s been none
My wife and think it is so sad
To lose such a tradition
Let’s start now and plan one for next year
That is this poem’s mission
NOTE: There always seems to be confusion on pronouncing Chelan, but the locals say it "shuh-LAN" (short "A").
Also, Pend Oreille is pronounced "PAWN-do-RAY"
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
Lamb of God Takes Sins Away
Thanksgiving Day Feasts Everywhere
Fishing At The Riverside With Bait At End Of Line
Loving Couple's Endearing love
Strolling In The Park Under Shady Trees
Family Spending Time On The Beach
Title: March Of The Footle.
Theme: Life And Its Trimmings
Sponsored by: Timothy Hicks
3/29/2016 at 12:00:00 AM
Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2016
Beneath the umbrella rainbow canopy,
Elvis croons from an old man’s radio.
As he smears lotion on his nose and knees,
Children hop by screaming in stereo
Hot hot hot! The sand’s hot on my feet!
Blasting sand onto sun-bathing girls,
Laughing boys race to the sea.
Avid readers get lost in their worlds,
Not noticing the shade retreat.
Kite flyers whirl and twirl,
Enjoying the breeze on the beach,
That causes the beach towels to curl.
Buried treasure inspires kids
Into digging deep in the sand.
Names are called when it’s time to quit;
Grown-ups leave, relaxed and tanned.
Optimistic for tomorrow’s plan, of more beach blanket bliss!
Received 3rd place in the "Beach Blanket Bingo" Contest
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2011
Sifting warm sand
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains
glitter my palm.
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while
under the rocks
My bare feet
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold
Bustling mother’s set up home
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags
thick with togs and towels
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
on lithe limbs
with index finger
of do's and don'ts.
My gaze drifts to
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams
with pearly shells
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.
At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian
It’s balmy perfume
scenting a delicious day
Copyright © Eiken Laan | Year Posted 2011
The beach of summer so hot and wonderful
Splashing in the ocean waves
The finding of shells and feet walking along the sand
Fulfilling our desire for more
Relaxing sun and sea breeze through our hair
Wonderful days of mornings, afternoon breezes
Makes us forget our troubles even if its only a little while
Sun, sand, breeze, cool relaxing ocean waves
Makes a wonderful postcard for sure
Copyright © Laurel Larison | Year Posted 2012
Time and again, over the decades
The lonely whisper, the beckoning cry
Eerie darkness engulfs
As reality dawns on us
I revert, past the cobwebs
dusting away remnant memories
holding onto loving hands
from afar, a joyful dance
sprinting across the scorching sand
there goes the hairband
as I near, my spirit soar
shoes came off, I tore
days old, times dear
distant recollections, near
of the sparkling golden hue
merging with the green and blue
gone are those, days of mirth
the loving hands had left
only longings left behind
time and again, over the years
© Nadiya (10 Dec 2015)
Copyright © poesy relish | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/
i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/
i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/
going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//
Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013
What a day of fun and sun
As the sandbar ebbed closer to the shore
Allowing family, friends to wander the depths without
Fear of the unknown, without apprehension
The sun stayed bright upon us
Allowing us joy together, unified finally
Not in name only, but in spirit and in time spent
Days like this are those, memories are so well made of
Smiles upon everyone’s face remained
Through to the sunset of the day and even past
Permanent in our lives and every new tomorrow
No time was ever better spent, than time with family
Dinner then became an oratory circle
As children ran, playing, laughing, joyfully responding
Evening became games, more fun, talking and sharing of hearts
As words became this family’s new outlet for joy
Ah, summer at the beach this year
Was more than a vacation or time away
But became a lasting imprint on the heart of love
As now, I look to be with my extended family again next year
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
When I was young and lived with mum,
We’d wait all year till July come,
We’d pack the car and drive away,
To Mablethorpe on holiday.
It wasn’t flash and hardly slick,
But those things aren’t the things that stick,
When you think back now what mattered most,
Were the simplest things of little cost.
Even now I miss such things,
As candy floss and doughnut rings,
Busy arcades in neon flush,
Space Harrier and the 2pence push,
When on the beach we loved the sea,
And sparkle lollies (just 12p!)
A donkey ride and the kites we flew,
And paper flags for a castle or two.
The Fulbeck pub – a major plus,
A beer for dad, pop and crisps for us,
Michael Jackson still going strong,
And PYT was my favourite song.
It may not have been Saint Tropez,
But I’d like to go back there some day,
With mum and dad and my brothers too,
Laughing in the sun like we used to do.
Copyright © David Horne | Year Posted 2016
Walking along the beach on a Saturday morning
I can see the sun smiling from the horizon
The weather is cool and the water is calm
I can feel the gentle hands of sea breeze caressing my face
There are so many people doing different activities
Men and women lying in their shorts and bikinis ready for sun bathing
Young boys and girls in the water swimming and having fun
Little kids on the beach building castle of sand
The dogs are running around barking wildly in excitement
Where ever i look i see beautiful people with smile on their pretty faces
Life seems so perfect just walking along the beach on a Saturday morning.
Copyright © WOLE FRANCIS | Year Posted 2012
Even as thunder boomed mighty overhead
and power lines on San Domingo Avenue outside
faltered and succumbed to the tempest
the Ortegas stood breathless in the family room, gaze transfixed
upon the television screen like so many deer in the headlights of a truck.
Finally a flash from without, and a snap
extinguished all light within the household. Ten seconds passed
without a sound. Then the father uttered something and
the family members scattered, each returning a moment later
bearing possessions of infinite value. Within a minute,
all had crammed into the station wagon, evacuation route ingrained
within their minds like a seed of hope.
All but one. Manuelito had been lost.
The mother howled and flied back into the house,
tears streaming down her face hard as the rain.
She reached the back porch, and to her eternal shock
found Manuelito standing alone on the beach like a mannequin
eyes locked upon the Cyclops-eye of the storm.
The mother cried out through anguished sobs
in vain, for the howling drone of the wind overpowered all
and when Manuelito turned around to face all that he loved
he did so with all the finality of a grown man
resolved upon his course of action.
The mother abruptly ceased her crying, and
her countenance briefly matched that of her son
as she, too, turned her gaze upon the jewel center of the storm
and was hypnotized by the awesome power of the divine.
At length she regained self-consciousness, and her eyes
darted back to that segment of the beach where her son had been standing
but his figure, like a stream of sand on the dunes of time,
had been replaced by nothingness,
the allure of the unknown and
Poseidon’s call of wild fury
too strong to resist.
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
The shore is what I have seen since I was little
when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
to notice the path was so warn out to me.
The little strides I took was not so bad
it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
that I could look out and see the sand.
The look in her eyes was so beautiful
it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
to not worry about the pain she pictured.
The final walk up to get home was a bummer
because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
that is when I said, I will be back I swear.
The path might be warn more and more out
even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
with time I get smarter and much bolder.
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!
Copyright © Erika Raiken | Year Posted 2012
As we lay beneath the moons glare
A simple look will never prepare
It seems quite
It seems peaceful
Without the light nothing appears displaced
Only that sight is a lie, not really a sight
The suns arrival comes with the truth
Now we can see what needs to be seen
It disguises as if it was a dump
Yet, it never was the place of any garbage
A day ago it was a living society set with a stage
The performance came her name was sandy
The audience took her act to heart
She took lives
She took memories
She tore us all apart
A scary performance, always to be remembered
Now to fix up, the damage that was widespread
Copyright © Jessica Delisky | Year Posted 2012