Harry had been to Nippers.
He'd just come in from a swim.
He was prancing around in my back-yard
When I took this shot of him.
He was standing in his swimmers,
Underneath a shady tree,
Not leaping around grimacing
And whooping-it-up with glee.
And the shadows caressed his cheek-bones
And his strong chin was defined,
While the tousled hair looked burnished
Against dark green behind.
He's always very handsome,
But the shadows played a part
In turning a pleasant little boy
Into a work of art.
Written by a besotted Grandma!
Much more sinister shadows here:
He is georgeous!
Great portrait shot - reminds me of his lovely mom!
Your grandson is a good looking boy. Loved the poem about him too.
What a beautiful little face. Is this a grandson or a son when he was small? Handsome fellow.
Wow, Brenda, I don't know what took my breath away: the excellent portrait, a beautiful subject or your stunning verse.
I can definitely see why you are besotted!
very handsome shadow shot and great poem about him.
Besotted or not
he's an adorable tot ;-)
Hugs and blessings,
that's a great photo good looking lad...loved the poem
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