Hailey and the Ocean

Hailey and the Ocean

A Poem by Mark
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Inspired by this photo of my granddaughter Hailey, taken by her mother Nicole.

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Oh the blue and the line
where sky and water meet!
Look at the white foam
rushing, pounding the shore.
I shall sail on this wind
with these arms
lifted on this blue
promise of life.
over pounding surf
far above the pier
looking back and smiling
'Look! Mom! I'm flying!'

© 2013 Mark


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You captured the innocence of youth.

Posted 11 Years Ago


The last line is soo cute. You gave an accurate description of the waves.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Awww this one is so cute! It made my day slightly brighter :) Thank you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


the sweetness of childhood captured in your poem and the picture.

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is great, well observed, true with felt emotion !

Posted 11 Years Ago


Only the sight of the vast sea and rushing waves can transport us back to our childhood faster than anything else. Great write, Mark. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Beautiful recollection. I - honestly can't remember the first time I saw the ocean surf. I think at first I was frightened, then amazed, then delighted though. Life, be in it !

Nicely written, Mark. :)


Posted 11 Years Ago


The salty air tastes of freedom! You captured the sense of wonder and childhood glee the sea can create.

Posted 11 Years Ago


awwww. this one is wonderful! Such a great moment to capture poetically

Posted 11 Years Ago


nicely done...short and captivating :)

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Mark
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