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Carnival

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On waves of teal sea-shine

we catch a glossy ride

to chase our lost horizons

and race the rising tide.

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We lean to gather white-caps

and taste their salty plumes

till purple weaves a blanket

and wraps us ’round the moon.

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(c) 1992, 2020  Betty Hayes Albright

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(For a future children’s book, maybe….)

 

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Dotty little lady bug,

I would give you such a hug

but if I hold you close to me

I’m afraid you’ll cease to be

so I shall place you on my finger,

maybe you won’t go, but linger

till a breeze lifts you away – 

another flower, another day.

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© 2013, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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(A re-post.  Photo from http://www.wallpaprest.com)

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Polka-dotted lady bug,

I would give you such a hug

but if I held you close to me

I’m afraid you’d cease to be

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so I shall place you on my finger,

maybe you won’t go, but linger

till a breeze lifts you away

to meet again another day.

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© 2013, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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(Photo from http://www.wallpaprest.com)

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A path leads down to the river,

the river runs down to the sea

while the gulls and the zephyr that follow

bring naught but a daydream to me.

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He rides his steed to the chapel,

he coaxes his lamb to the lee

while the footprints and songs that follow

bring naught but a fancy to me.

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(c)  1993, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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For the next poem in this series, please click here for “Door”.

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