Shore House
Laughing Black-eyed Susan’s
the size of a grown man’s first
are scattered about in gardens
among the pebbled lawns.
The somber glow of dusk creeps toward
the little blue A-frame house
from the running tides
of the Barnegat Bay.
The horizon is enveloped in peaches
and pinks
and kites with long tails fly
below patchy purple clouds.
Sandy bare feet run on whitewashed decks
dodging splinters
and laughs echo against the
white sandy dunes that barricade the beaches.
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A bit of poetry, rambles, thoughts and prayers to go along with your morning coffee.
Two cents
"The definition of success--To laugh much; to win respect of intelligent persons and the affections of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give one's self; to leave the world a little better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived--this is to have succeeded."
-Emerson
