bare feet nostalgia


Imagine a bird between the palm trees.

The pool was spotless clean and the beach BOY combed the soft sand on the beach.
The water in both, pool and calm sea clear and BLUE.


Aruba, W.I. April 19th 2005.

Love your poetry.

LITTLE BOATS AT THE GOVERNORS HOUSE

In fornt of the Governors' house is a spit of sand that raches like a short fat finger in to sea.

From there dreams are launced. Dreams with bright sails and freshly painted hulls.

From this spit of sand children go with small sail boats and launch them into the ocean and let them be carried far by the winds.

Much like they will be when they depart. Off to other lands with freshly combed hair and painted shoes. Off to something somwhere. Away from the home island and on the larger and harder soils.

From this spit of sand comes the anticipatin of what awaits them - the world.
But for now, small boats with freshly painted hulls and bright sails will just have to do and ..they do just fine since mothers still coddle their children at the end of the day.

charles
arubafastphones.com

Ahhhh! That was great!