Poem: Graduation

Mid-tide water laps the shore,
A mild breeze casts light waves
Upon the deep-blue across the bay.

The sky, cloudless, crosses,
Horizon to horizon, dropping behind
Distant edges of islands’ green trees.

Silhouetted against those
Ribbons of land, white sails fill
With the seaward flow.

Past points, bridges, and light houses,
Those sail boats glide.
A beautiful day to set sail.

Which will return home,
After a day of sailing?

Which will exit the bay
To travel, north or south?

Which will continue out
To the horizon, dispearing
In the space between
Graduated blues of sea and sky?

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About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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8 Responses to Poem: Graduation

  1. K-O – The family is growing up and graduating, I see 🙂

  2. cindy knoke says:

    Beautiful & congratulations to the graduate!

  3. KerryCan says:

    What a lovely metaphor and fascinating poem! But kind of a shame to spend a beautiful day in a crowded gymnasium, listening to speeches (been there, done that!). Congratulations to the grad and the family!

  4. Sue Larson says:

    Dear OSCAR: BEAUTIFUL POEM WITH ITS DOUBLE MEANING. A WHOLE LIFE TIME TUCKED INTO FEW LINES OF CHOICES:. .. WHICH WILL THEY BE? MOM

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