Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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!
But no! I'm almost certain I saw him lick his lips!
'Take the photo quickly Grandma! I want to buy those chips!'

* These two words sound identical in British English!

Also communicating with Grandma here:


Arija said...

Love your punch line!

Maggie May said...

Great picture. I love the boy & buoy heading and as per usual a good poem thrown in with it for good measure!

Anonymous said...

Very nice & very nicely written!

2sweetnsaxy said...

Wonderful shot and the poem is perfect for it!

Unknown said...

Wonderful photo ... he looks like he is in a very reflective mood..

Love your poem ..especially those last two lines :-)

Kat said...

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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