Laid out on the beach in that warm tropical sun
Winter is on hold, while I am here to experience heaven and have some fun
The ocean waters with their bright colours call out to me to take a dip
First I must finish my mai tai with one last sip
My whole body I hope soon will turn a golden brown
Music fills the air with its soothing sounds
As I hit the water those rushing waves came in to welcome me
Never in my entire life have I felt so carefree
Out on the horizon, sailboats glide by with the help of a gentle breeze
I am going to savor every moment before I must return to the deep freeze
My camera is full of great pictures, giving me access to memories I will never forget
Leaving winter for summer is something you will never live to regret
Fun in the sun
found freedom
alone
in an amazing
life at the beach
NUN FUN IN THE SUN
There was in hot Tashkent in the orient
A religious uprising - a convent dissent.
Army was ordered in with gunnery,
The soldiers targeted the nunnery.
Here are the events in vista:
One lovely sista was forbidden a mista,
But a certain young soldier kissed her
Unaware of the portents
For the jewel of the convent’s contents.
In her cell he wanted his love to foister.
(She had made his cloister moister.)
His inclination was to osculate ;
The incident threatened to escalate.
Her kiss made him forget his gun,
Which overheated in the sun.
The magazine cooked until done,
Then bang, their love was gone.
Here's A Poem That My Mom And I Did Together.
Fun In The Sun
Romping in the grass with all abound.
Full of mischief and plenty to go around.
We tug and we play, and wrestle to the ground.
Leaping and jumping, splashing all around.
Leaving our care givers laughing on the ground.
Digging to escape our outdoor pin of fun.
Watching our care givers jump up and run.
As they pick us up and put us in our pen to play.
We do it again two to three times a day.
Splashing in the pool, swimming and diving, having lots of fun.
Bopping, popping, hopping and running all around.
Dooking, chirping, and clucking all in play.
Wrestling and tugging creating joyous sounds.
The time to go in has come around.
As we are all tired and have slowed down.
We are all cranky and dozing off.
As we will continue playing in our sleep.
by Mary McDonald
&
Beth Cowan
In loving tribute to my two pet ferrets Einstein & Dixie and my mother Beth Cowan.
They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings
I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play
Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings
I love to have fun on a sunny day
I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play
When a butterfly lands on my pink nose
I love to have fun on a sunny day
Watching butterflies settle on a rose
When a butterfly lands on my pink nose
I jump and the butterfly flits away
Watching butterflies settle on a rose
I hope they will return and play some day
I jump and the butterfly flits away
Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings
I hope they will return and play some day
They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings
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A lizard lies in the sand,
In a blazing tropic sun.
Three kids chuckle under a shade,
Starring at the calm being.
One says, "Look, it must be dead."
Another, "Has tummy ache."
Another, "Just sunbathing."
The lizard nods, wags his tail.
Going to the creek,
Jumping off the peak.
Sitting around the campfire,
Eating s'mores and getting tired.
Going to the beaches,
And picking off leaches.
By:
Rebekah Fry
Sun said he'd have his fun today
Took out his gun and blew us all away
Fire balls struck the earth
Mother said 'twas worse than giving birth
Having fun in the sun
Having fun with everyone
Heat waves and solar flares
I wave my arms like I just don't care
The skin has melted off your face
You are no longer a disgrace
Having fun in the sun
Having fun with everyone
White or black, redyellow or blue
I have something to say to you
There is something you should learn:
We're all black when we burn
Having fun in the sun
Having fun with everyone
Poor or rich
which is which?
That doesn't matter any more
At last you see
equals we shall be
Lying there on the floor
8-3-2005.
With the crack of the bat,baseballs seem to
fly and float over my glove!As i step back
near the wall,this round like orb
approaches furiously from way above!
I take a long jump,and stretch out my
gloved hand,Just a might short of this
warning track,while listening to the
roaring crowd,and it's peanut and hotdog
venders,over to the right of me,in this
noisily stand!I twirl in mid air and make
a spectacular catch,Throwing over hand,
with smooth agility and quickness of speed
to with evenly match!The throw is off to
second base,with a runner on first,A lot
of cheering fans order soda's and beers
to quench their excitement and thirst!
This game is nearly done,Looks like we've
nearly won!This sweet old sport is so much
fun!
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