A BOY AND A BUOY*
In a world of windows, some are made of glass;
Others are just spaces we look from as we pass.
A boy is looking at a buoy and watching the river flow
And seeing the fishermen fishing from the jetty down below.
A gentle, hazy afternoon, with nothing much to do,
So a boy is dreaming his time away as boys so often do.
He may be thinking of sailing to lands far, far away,
Maybe he dreams of porpoises and whales and sharks at play.
Maybe he dreams of mermaids in caves combing their hair;
Maybe he dreams of treasure islands, wishing he were there!
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But no! I'm almost certain I saw him lick his lips!
'Take the photo quickly Grandma! I want to buy those chips!'
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* These two words sound identical in British English!
Also communicating with Grandma here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/314-flash.html
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* These two words sound identical in British English!
Also communicating with Grandma here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/02/314-flash.html
7 comments:
Love your punch line!
Great picture. I love the boy & buoy heading and as per usual a good poem thrown in with it for good measure!
Very nice & very nicely written!
Wonderful shot and the poem is perfect for it!
Wonderful photo ... he looks like he is in a very reflective mood..
Love your poem ..especially those last two lines :-)
I think its we Eldies who dream - on what the youngies could be dreaming.
They do seem to be having their feet planted firmly in the earth..!!!
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