splashing and leaping
the world briefly unlocked
always and forever
sitting by the shore
sipping ocean water
sipping river water
collecting shells and
driftwood for later
small boat sailing
strolling to shore
warm fire burning
never looking back
over at imaginary garden with real toads
courtesy of kim weekend mini challenge: boats
note to poet.. just found a new site… love poetry and frogs… i love boats, everything about them… from here to there… lotsa fun to visit the dream boat
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
What a wonderful fantasy(?) feels like childhood memories,
This is a truly bubbling stream of consciousness poem, suitably wet and appealing to all the senses – each stanza is like a little sip of freedom – and I love the ‘warm fire burning’ at the end.
I like the collecting of shells and driftwood for later…….
That’s gorgeous! A total delight.
A real sense of freedom pervades this.
thanks Paul … exactly .. was thinking would I destroy the boat my only way out for firewood …
my favorite part of walking along the beach
thanks Kim .. all this things
yes… a great gift of writing mix the two .. some of this some of that …
thank u rosemary … born on the beach sorta thing never left no matter how far I travel
Boats are boots for walking on water, and this poem is soaked in our first allegiance, our water home. Amen!
” The world briefly unlocked”….such a wonderful and true line! Love this Ms Pie! 🙂