Oh how the
Grainy golden
Summer sand
Slipped through
My hand
And became a
Notepad for
My toes as I
Spelled words
And wrote poetry
That the waves
came in and
Washed away

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Loree, Beautiful Ink, a true poet indeed!
How can I let summer slip through my hand without thanking you Larry?
So sorry I failed to do so earlier.
My ocean runneth over lol. Loreexx
Beautiful poetry, Loree! I enjoyed this one first thing this morning. Very imaginative.
My Dear Angie…
You are so kind to comment ~ ~ ~
Iam grateful for every single one of them!
Hope your summer is sensational*