A Place in the SandA Poem by Allen Smucklertrue 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.
© 2011 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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