on being an artist
Monday, October 24, 2011
A memory from childhood
We walked along
the frozen shore
barefoot,
deep inside
cold, wet sand.
We skipped along
the slippery rocks,
and watched
as ice floated
out to sea,
melting.
1 comment:
Pamela Bates
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very nice
October 27, 2011 at 7:28 AM
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very nice
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