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Lisa Kelso Poem
Flip flops slip off slowly
My barefoot touches the warm sand
Cold waves crash against my body
I feel the hot sun on my legs
Smell of salt water is in the air
The ocean breeze lightly blows through my hair
Seashells sparkle covering the ocean floor
Tiny pepples hiding in the sand shine through
Sand shimmers in the sunlight
Waves crashing gently against the rocks
Suntan oil feels of silk, smells of coconut
flip flops, beach towels, sand castles, suntan oil,
sunglasses, beach balls, body boards, iced tea,
barefoot, straw hats, beach chair, umbrella,
volleyball, ice chest, margaritas, jimmy buffet,
the beach boys, boardwalk, lifeguard
sand, waves, seashells, rocks, sun, ocean,
hermit crabs, abalone shell, sea otters, whales,
dolphins, starfish, shark, sailboats, surfers,
cruise ships, fishing boats, scuba diving, wind
surfing, seagulls, high tide, sunset
Copyright © Lisa Kelso | Year Posted 2007
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Lisa Kelso Poem
On their way home after a day in the hills,
Driving down the winding road, passing Little Sweden,
Two best friends laughing, talking, having a great time,
The laughter stops, everything goes dark, his body numb,
The road is warm underneath him,
There is no noise, just silence and still,
Looking around slowly he sees his friends body laying still in the dirt,
He pulls himself up, calls his name, he did not answer,
His hand shaking, he reaches to help him, he looks down,
Blood covering his flannel shirt, he feels sick and never so scared,
He tells himself it will be ok, his friend will be ok, he has to be ok,
Sirens heard in the distance were getting closer, they stop,
He hears voices and shouting, again silence,
He tries to wake up from this bad dream, he wants to wake up,
This can't be real, it has to be a horrible dream,
He hears crying, he feels tears, it is him crying, it is his own tears,
This is not a bad dream,
Who could have known,
That today, the life of one best friend would suddenly end,
And that the life of the other would be left,
Forever trying to mend.
Copyright © Lisa Kelso | Year Posted 2007
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