|Spiritual Poetry posted January 4, 2014|
A much modified triolet
One day I walked the beach we knew,
recalled our walking hand in hand,
with gulls and waders in full view.
Again, I walked the beach we knew,
and saw our life in fond review,
a life that many years had spanned.
How good to walk the beach we knew,
which of life's fabric formed a strand.
Well, I intended to write a triolet, but it cried out for modification.Pays one point and 2 member cents.
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