A son in the company of the sun........
even flow?
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The inviting, warmth of the day
Invigorates me like your smile
The waves casually lick the shore
Lulling me back into the enjoyment of being alive
The stone finally sinks into the lake
Sixteen skips, I counted
I don't subscribe to the completely flat theory
Feeling the sand between my toes
Dosen't ick me out like some people
Stepping on the hidden broken glass
Now that annoys me
Almost stings more then the freezing needle
Pre stitching mode
Gulls screech overhead
A couple dive head first into the water
One of them seems to be an accomplished fisher
He bolts towards the shore with his prize
Others follow
Hoping for an error in his way
The geese, swans and ducks pay no heed
They have cute little exposed butts
When they have their heads under the water
I remember a few winters ago
When a dead swan was on the shore
Neck like wet spaghetti in the waves
I wonder if any of the swans in the lake today
Were a relation
I think, they think
I have some food for them
Quietly, they have gotten closer to me and the shore
Postponing my attempt at a new rock skipping record
Wondering what came first
The bird or the egg
Makes me enjoy the day that much more
I could sit and envisage
But my brain says, no
That is too deep a thought
For a day like today
Down the beach I meander
Quickly pondering
How much sand makes up this beach
I spot another perfect skipping stone
Nose dive!
Only a splash
Some much for that theory
I put my shirt back on
The sun is proving too much
For a pale skin
Which has hidden from the cold and snow
For the last couple of months
A sunburn should be expected
For this is truly a beautiful day
Was Bono enjoying this day too?
Or, anybody enjoying it as much as I?
I make my way back
To the little trail
Where I put my shoes back on
And hike up the bank
Invigorates me like your smile
The waves casually lick the shore
Lulling me back into the enjoyment of being alive
The stone finally sinks into the lake
Sixteen skips, I counted
I don't subscribe to the completely flat theory
Feeling the sand between my toes
Dosen't ick me out like some people
Stepping on the hidden broken glass
Now that annoys me
Almost stings more then the freezing needle
Pre stitching mode
Gulls screech overhead
A couple dive head first into the water
One of them seems to be an accomplished fisher
He bolts towards the shore with his prize
Others follow
Hoping for an error in his way
The geese, swans and ducks pay no heed
They have cute little exposed butts
When they have their heads under the water
I remember a few winters ago
When a dead swan was on the shore
Neck like wet spaghetti in the waves
I wonder if any of the swans in the lake today
Were a relation
I think, they think
I have some food for them
Quietly, they have gotten closer to me and the shore
Postponing my attempt at a new rock skipping record
Wondering what came first
The bird or the egg
Makes me enjoy the day that much more
I could sit and envisage
But my brain says, no
That is too deep a thought
For a day like today
Down the beach I meander
Quickly pondering
How much sand makes up this beach
I spot another perfect skipping stone
Nose dive!
Only a splash
Some much for that theory
I put my shirt back on
The sun is proving too much
For a pale skin
Which has hidden from the cold and snow
For the last couple of months
A sunburn should be expected
For this is truly a beautiful day
Was Bono enjoying this day too?
Or, anybody enjoying it as much as I?
I make my way back
To the little trail
Where I put my shoes back on
And hike up the bank
You've changed your place in this world!
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in this piece of writing..i like it..a lil long but thats fine..rereading it again soon..thank you for your work..
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Thanks.
a perfect day or place to be..
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
being one with nature
reflecting on things
in quiet solitude.
and yet still having hope that it's a beautiful day.