A Place in the Sand

true friends

  

Two old gents with cameras in hands,

attached to tripods, made five feet.

they stopped along the shore so fine,

and watched pelicans dive on Marco Isle.

 

Those same old gents with cameras erect,

gazed and snapped a stately white heron.

Posed and strutted where water met sand,

on Marco Island, mid-winter twenty-ten.

 

Two old men on their destined paths,

no matter where it led, no matter how far.

Adrift in their thoughts and their friendship,

cameras in hand, attached to their tripods.

 

Two old gents disappeared behind dunes,

never to be seen or heard from again.

But two old ladies arrived, cameras in hand

ready to take their place in the sand.

 

 

 

 

 

        

 

        

Author's Note

January 29, 2010

Reviews

[WindSong]

This is such a delightful read I enjoyed very much. The story is very poetic and and so well written which I found captivating!

[russoe]

Good one too...there's just something about beaches and poets...

[?]

love the imagery in this one as well, made for a lovely poem.

[Muse]

I want to retire, I want to see and do all that you write about, it is all so warm, sandy, and dreamy. :)

[ImagineItAll]

Ah, so beautiful again. I love the simplicity of it all because it makes it so much deeper than it sounds.

[TJ]

Allen, I love your poetry and photography. Such simple words buy arranged to make such beauty

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

such a quaint scene you describe~ tranquility and thoughtful smiles a plenty~ =)~

[Sukriti Suki]

This is so nice....honest and simple but speaks volumes. Nice.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice poem. One day I will be the old man with the camera. You create a good vision with this interesting poem. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote