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Sharon Welch Poem
Hearty Island Vacation
Hurray, hurray, step on the gas
family summer break jumps today!
We started out late, Jessica kept stumping "whining"
we stopped by the horse corral, he was neighing.
We’re going now, through dusty desert and long lonely stretch
unmoving in Barstow, California, so not many excitements.
We’re scanning for dinner; will it be pizza?
We want something good and tasty!
Heavy five o’clock traffic, oh what a mess.
We went to sleep with dream of island in our head.
The next day awoke and ran out to door.
We drove west, smell of the ocean
the cool, morning air embracing with its fishy smell.
Boat’s nose rose, like the airplane
on a boat in the water feeling free.
The sky above, clear and blue
with the wind blowing in my face.
Arrived at the Catalina Island,
so beautiful, yet so overlooked.
The little island, my heart it took
it was all I could do
to stop, watch and listen.
To the tides slapping on the rocky shore.
Copyright © Sharon Welch | Year Posted 2016
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