NO PAINTING REQUIRED

 

Brush strokes of blue and gray

to fill in the puffy clouds.

Crayon swipes of teal and aquamarine

to meet at the neverending horizon.

Each wave swell of the purest white

to rise from the depths of dark blue.

My fingers reach for the canvas.

My eyes travel to the brushes.

I shake my head.

No painting is needed.

No copy to diminish the essence 

of a perfect summer day at the shore.

A DAY AT THE BEACH

Pier 60 | ( by Claude Allaert )

I want to enjoy the summer light.

 

It does shine on the water so bright.

Smell the salt water in the  air.

Let the sea breeze flow through my hair.

Happiness is a day at the beach.

It is what I so dearly beseech.

A day with no worries or fears.

No bad things to bring me to tears.

SUMMER

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Pier 60 | ( by Claude Allaert )

SUMMER

I want to enjoy the summer light.
It does shine on the water so bright.
Smell the salt water in the  air.
Let the sea breeze flow through my hair.
Happiness is a day at the beach.
It is what I so dearly beseech.
A day with no worries or fears.
No bad things to bring me to tears.

A PERFECT BOOK FOR A SUMMER DAY

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A perfect book for a summer day.

I will be reading it come what may.

Whether on the beach or in a boat,

I’ll be happy like a billy goat.


Vampires and demons, oh my!

It’s not a sweet lullaby.

Witches and darkness galore.

It surely won’t be a bore.

Kindle

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Nook

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