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by Lisa-Dawn SparlingThe sweet smell of salt in the air,
Running along the beach, wind in our hair.
Waves crashing, sand between our toes,
Imagination spinning as the phosphorescents glow.
Walking through the forest on a blanket of moss,
Looking for a troll under each bridge that weÂ’d cross.
Small delicate flowers and large majestic trees,
Sunlight peaking through the leaves dancing in the breeze.
Wave chiseled caves beside the ocean shore,
Never ending beauty for us to explore.
Sitting around a fire as the night air made us shiver,
These are my summer memories of Campbell River.
05/07/2003 Posted on 05/07/2003
Copyright © 2024 Lisa-Dawn Sparling
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/07/03 at 06:23 PM Positive/poignant expression. I especially like the imagery and effect of this line: Looking for a troll under each bridge that we’d cross.
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| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/28/03 at 02:58 PM wonderful memories makes a wonderful poem in this case |
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