Quick September slip slides by
Swallowed by a cloud filled sky
Those of us who ride the waves
Lament each passing darker day
Reluctantly we pack away
Towels and chairs, but still we crave
Salty wetness swirling round
Foam and speed and rhythmic sound
Sand and spray and sun galore
Rising waves forever more
chronicling the comings and goings of a family separated by oceans, corn fields, white winters and time ...
Friday, September 23, 2011
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Summer 2011
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