Photo Album (poem)

gentle strokes

PHOTO ALBUM

A perfect day trip in July —
the sea was calm, the sky was blue,
the kids were little, you and I
were ten years younger, seagulls flew
and cried above us, hours were few,
but stretched, and stretched…until at last
‘twas time — we rounded up our crew,
and our day trip sailed to the past.

 

Prompted by WD Poetic Asides Huitain Poetic Form Challenge