Sep 22, 2021

Blessed


 The beauty of the tide being out....examining shorelines...holding shells...sand-print.

Echos of long Summer is ending.... Autumn close...chill is in the air.Blessed.

Ice cream...cup of tea...cry of seagulls.. now empty promenades as day trippers go home.Blessed.

Talking...meeting friends.. engaging... ignore the news platforms.Blessed.








Soon l will say goodbye to the Summer that has been 2021.Blessed.

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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"