I'm not really a joiner but what the flock . What is there to say and why would you listen?
Here's a poem I wrote a couple of years ago and found again in the piles of files I keep just in case.
Lovely Day
It was sunny at the beach that day
Wind blew for the kites to play
A dance the clouds would delight
The sun smiled through shining bright
We lay caressed by gold sand
Salty water trickled off my hand
A castle adorned by shells and sticks
Made with buckets and fingertips
The sounds of waves a gentle sigh
The ice cream lick the seagulls cry
How I loved the beach that day
A memory sealed and put away
Touchy feely, yes. Do I care ? no.
T'is all, for now.
