MY SECRET

 

MY SECRET 

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whomever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

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MY SECRET

Pink Flowers

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

MY SECRET

 


MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.I want to look at water and not towers.Some color to brighten my day.A place where the birds come to play.I will walk to the end of the pier.I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.For I will only see fish swimming by.And not any monsters lurking nearby.
Time will pass slowly and must be savored.Whoever comes this way will be favored.I think it’s only prudent and fairTo share my secret with those who care.

 

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

 

A SWEET MEMORY

A step into the unknown

My father used to tell me to take

a long walk on a short pier.

I thought he was trying to get rid of me.

I would walk away.

Hurt.

We weren’t close.

We never talked.

But maybe he was trying to share something with me.

His love of the sea.

He had been a Marine in World War II.

He could have been sharing with me in his awkward way.

His love of boats and the deep, blue sea.

Now when I look out at the ocean,

I think of him.

A STEP INTO THE UNKNOWN

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A STEP INTO THE UNKNOWN

My last step.
My last day.
My last breath.
Will it be like
stepping off a pier?
Will I be alone?
Or with friends and family?
I want it to be brief.
A step forward into the unknown.
One minute, present on earth.
The next minute, on a new plane.
In a new dimension.
A new adventure.

TAKE A WALK

cornersoftheworld:</p> <p>Queens Lake, Australia | By Timothy Poulton</p> <p>When my father used to tell me to take<br /> a long walk on a short pier,<br /> I had a picture like this in mind.<br /> Maybe he wasn’t trying to get rid of me,<br /> but pointing me in the right direction.<br /> He was telling me to open my mind<br /> and look out at the water.<br /> He loved the ocean with its changing<br /> moods and colors.<br /> Now when I look out at the ocean, I think of him.

cornersoftheworld:

Queens Lake, Australia | By Timothy Poulton

When my father used to tell me to take

a long walk on a short pier,

I had a picture like this in mind.

Maybe he wasn’t trying to get rid of me,

but pointing me in the right direction.

He was telling me to open my mind

and look out at the water.

He loved the ocean with its changing

moods and colors.

Now when I look out at the ocean, I think of him.