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A Picnic on the Beach
Listening as the waves crash along
the shore, guppies chasing the tide back
into the ocean. Summer winds blowing
colorful kites through the air.
Oh how I love those blue skies.
the shore, guppies chasing the tide back
into the ocean. Summer winds blowing
colorful kites through the air.
Oh how I love those blue skies.
Published 24th May 2011
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21st Jul 2011 10:19am
I might be overinterpreting here, and if so then forgive me
The last line intrigues me because it talks about the skies after the rest seems to be about the ocean. This makes sense to me though, seeing as the blue in the sky is responsible for the blue hue of water. Although ocean water is often more green than blue due to the mineral content...
maybe it's just a nice observation poem, in which case you did a great job too that last line just caught me
The last line intrigues me because it talks about the skies after the rest seems to be about the ocean. This makes sense to me though, seeing as the blue in the sky is responsible for the blue hue of water. Although ocean water is often more green than blue due to the mineral content...
maybe it's just a nice observation poem, in which case you did a great job too that last line just caught me
2nd Aug 2011 3:53pm
Thank You. I know it was kinda random, I just thought of blue skies all of the sudden, so I put it in there.
