Monday, November 30, 2009

Along The Shore Comments

Rating: 3.5

The ceaseless cry of the gulls fills my sun reddened ears.
I sit in a rocking chair that once was white.
The wind teases my hair, running soft fingers through the golden waves.
I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, the salty air filling my nostrils.
...
Read full text

Elizabeth Sheaffer
COMMENTS
Deborah Cromer 30 November 2009

Wow! Excellent description of emotions and scenery. Intense feelings and strong senses build good thought. Nice piece of art, good job. Debbie

0 0 Reply
Elizabeth Sheaffer

Elizabeth Sheaffer

Mt. Airy, NC
Close
Error Success