:mist by Lisa-Dawn SparlingWalking along the beach,
Gum boots up to your knees,
Black gold pan hat rested on your gray.
Walking, facing forward toward the mist
Bucket in hand just in case you found something precious.
Never looking back,
As the sun sets behind you.
Courageously, walking into the mist.
04/07/2003 Author's Note: A poem for my father
Posted on 04/08/2003 Copyright © 2024 Lisa-Dawn Sparling
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