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03 September 2012
Three Boys at a Beach
Earth shines their image
caught by water, sand and sun,
holds it just a moment
before they move on,
as they must, striding
into their lives, full
of themselves, their families,
their friendships, yet
oblivious to all that too,
aware of just this moment,
the feel of wet sand, the sound
of waves breaking,
a friend's voice.
This is offered for Open Link Monday at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. The photo is mine of my grandson and his two friends in Trinidad.
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Lovely lines so full of happy sounds and sights.
ReplyDeleteIt was that kind of day. But I loved this photo the most of all the photos I took.
DeleteAs always a good poem is about the here and now... cute boys!
ReplyDeleteCute and so utterly in the here and now.
DeleteThere are times and landscapes where just being with your feelings is how it should be! No pressure and no routines! Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThis was such a day visiting with family and friends on a beautiful beach.
DeleteChildren really know how to enjoy the moment, don't they? This poem is evidence to that reality. I love the photo.
ReplyDeleteMe too. You can see them enjoying the moment.
DeleteI really love this poem. And the picture makes me homesick for that kind of beach, with waves crashing behind. We have so few of them here in the Pacific Northwest.
ReplyDeleteThis was a lovely beach with great surf and stretches of sand, even a river emptying into the sea so the little ones could play in the water safely.
DeleteYes, they do live in detached contentment, don't they?
ReplyDeleteCan't you just see it?
DeleteThis is a very wonderful poem. But, more than that, I imagine how treasured this photo will be ten or more years from now, looking back at childhood. Love your header photo too. Is that your view? Wowzers!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI think so. Yes, the header photo is the view from my balcony (along with a view of the Adriatic Sea and the Majella Mountains).
DeleteHappiness is always found right there in the moment. A lovely capture of the kids enjoying their time at the water.
ReplyDeleteKids are my mentors in finding happiness in the moment.
DeleteI love the waves breaking as a friend's voice. The ocean is a great friend to have!
ReplyDeleteI actually meant the sound of the waves breaking and a friend's voice, but I like your interpretation!
DeleteAh - one feels their promise here - their feckless energy and freedom and all those wonderful sounds blended - very very nice. k.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Yes, it's all in front of them.
DeleteNice photo; cute kids. I love Tundra.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and reading.
DeleteLovely capture of the moment...these children, like summer, grow up very fast ~
ReplyDeleteThey do indeed.
DeleteSometimes an instant can encapsulate all of that, as in this photo as perfect as if poised, the water behind them and them striding forward, exact image seemingly before them. It is the observer writing the story. They simply stride, free. Great capture!
ReplyDeleteExactly, they simply stride free and I was taking a photo of my granddaughter when I turned and saw them coming.
DeleteI love the photo. You captured that moment of innocence and joy, in both the picture and your poem. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Patti. There were about a dozen kids together that day enjoying each other and the beach.
DeleteDo we envy those young folk? I still feel the way they do. Just don't do it often enough anymore.
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I like your header picture. It reminds me of the view out back from the place we stayed in Tuscany.
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It's our challenge, isn't it? - to stay engaged in the present moment.
Delete...and will they ever sleep when the evening comes. Living fully without worries does that. Wonderful poem and a topic I often find myself pondering as I have little ones of my own. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you have many of these special moments with yours. Enjoy.
DeleteYou have captured such a delightful time of childhood in image and words.
ReplyDeleteI ended up with a lot of photos that visit but this is one of my favorites.
DeleteEnjoyed the read
ReplyDeleteI'm glad and glad you dropped in.
Deletesmiles...i remember those carefree days....just being buddies and enjoying life and adventure as it came....great pic too...smiles.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI bet it brings memories of your two.
DeleteBeautiful capture of a moment!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful moment to capture!
Deleteoh we can learn so much from them...living in the moment..
ReplyDeleteesp. loved...the feel of wet sand, the sound of waves breaking, a friend's voice...we don't really need much more to find our way into life...wonderful capture
naming brings us right in...
DeleteReminds me of those rare times that you just live in the moment and don't have to worry about anything :) Really nice poem and blog :D
ReplyDeleteWelcome. Rare but sweet.
DeleteIts such an awe inspiring site to watch young people grow and find their way. And you have to be of an age that you can appreciate the beauty in every good and bad thing that they do. I look at my kids everyday and wonder how they goe so smart and grown up. It just happens, too fast. Great writing and photo.
ReplyDeleteIt does happen fast so it's good when we can capture a moment because then it's gone.
DeleteBeautiful, Mary -- both the picture and your words. A lovely moment captured.
ReplyDeleteThat photo sat on my computer desk top for a long while and I knew I wanted to write about it. It seemed so iconic. Finally, I said to myself, just say what's right there in the photo which is what I tried to do.
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