The sea swam in sunlight
as gulls flew over head.
Beaches rocked gently,
the waves in their bed.
Roses bloomed shyly,
kept growing in size,
as they reached with their petals
up to the skies.

The waves slapped the shoreline,
splashing on rocks,
washing the children
who played on the docks.
And the roses sent a fragrance into the air,
so, fresh and fulfilling
that none could compare.
The still and the quiet of this warm afternoon,
belonged to contentment,
ended too soon!

February 19, 1970
By Linda A. Copp ©