Time to Think

Have your ever received a command from someone that you had to do but for some reason you dreaded doing it?  I have learned recently that anything (task, assignment) can be a joy. It is your frame of mind that is most important. As a friend once told me when you get up in the morning you decide if your day will be gloomy or a gift.

The poem was written one morning when my daughter insisted that I take her to beach before the sunrise.

For the first time you walk unafraid

On oceans sandy bed

As birds strum air- I’m amazed

Not pedantic nor impulsive … photographed instead

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Water shallow – banks serrated

Tricked, you toddle without fear

Kicking with delight – apprehension abated

Sunny skies reflect chicken wire near

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Mirrored in its body crystal clear

Underwater sand bright white

Sand and sea salty air

Sand trees and daybreak light

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Dress – a rainbow color outfit

Skipped on shore – clambers an abandoned boat plays

Mother in awe squatting pensive sits

Swap – She plays catch me with the waves

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Mommy gasps with surprise.

Uninhibited she undresses – ocean splashing colder sprays

Beckons her mamma do like wise

We revel in dance to stretch amusing days

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Meandering lass unaware of how deep

Prostrate she deliberately swallows water

Portrait of confidence leap

See myself in my daughter

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Boat climbing

Sand Castle building

Water Skipping

Sand throwing

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Intermittent strolls of reflection

She waddles further into its grasp

With an assertion of protection

Like flag pole her hands mine clasp

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She stands as guide

Nearby plop – plop was the sound

A natural quickness preside

Stingrays in deeper water surround

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Lure away from time

Water thrills, swash and babbles

Moments framed by sunshine

With a childish optimism – time cuddles

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The Casuarina trees whistle goodbye

The birds alike congregate

Thoughts ablaze with sweet reply

Impositions of rigor will wait

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Poem Written by Brenda L McCartney

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Beautiful Grey

There is something about stormy/ hurricane-like weather that makes the child in me return. I usually get excited watching the waves bash against the coastline as the sand disappears. The sound of the pitter patter of the rain drops beat gracefully against the frosted glaze of the car windows. This morning as I drove along the western coast en route to work I could not resist the urge to take it all in. I rolled down the car glass as the rain gently kisses my body and soothes my skin. For some this grey day is inhospitable as it triggers regretful sighs. For me, this rainy day instills awe and thankfulness. For me days like this indicate a beginning, a sign of a good fortune and a gift to treasure. As the seagulls gather noisily and wander just above the rush of the waves a warm feeling inside me swells, and at the same time this weather represents the quintessential British life that I miss.