Before we left on our trip, I envisioned spending some quality nature time sitting on the beach and composing delightful beach poetry. Turns out that I’m not really a “seapriestess” and should probably stick with the woods! I told my family this morning about my fond imaginings and then spontaneously “wrote” the following series of mini-poems based on what it has really been like to be at the beach on vacation 😉
Oh, Cupcake Wine
Why you not tasty?
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Tiny owl
In bowl of water
Enough for breakfast
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Moonstone, oh moonstone
I wish to find you
You sparkle
In my heart
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McClintock’s
House of onion rings
And diarrhea
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Diving in
to steal her popcorn
You’re like monsters!
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Time to sort rocks
Cast off the non-shiny
Previously gathered
In a fit of mistaken beauty.
Hi Molly —
I know that last poem intimately. Could put shells in there as well. Hope it was a great vacation.