TO STAND AND STARE.
An old-world fence that speaks of farms;
We half-expect sheep bleating,
But here we have some beach-side charms,
The sand and ocean meeting.
The Autumn calm is moving in,
Mellow the sun is growing,
The drifting clouds are white and thin,
And soft the breeze is blowing.
I love these gentle Autumn days;
The Summer heat is tiring.
I'll revel in the soft grey haze.
I'll lean on the fence, admiring.
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4 comments:
Hello RR - thanks for popping in to my blog and leaving a comment. Thought I'd return the compliment.
The view is lovely, assume it is close to where you live, and I liked the poem very much - is it one of yours? A
I love the ending and want to lean on that fence, too!
That's lovely Brenda. The photo looks like some I've taken near where I used to live. Only the fence is different, not so nice. A metal one.
The sand and ocean meeting.how lovely. Triggers further thoughts.
The ocean and sky meeting
The day and the night meeting
Your poem and your blends blending..!!!
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