illustration by Jessie Wilcox Smith , 1863-1935Pelican Bay
It was always Sunday
when we would romp and play
splashing the water of Pelican Bay
And at the close of the day
we'd sigh a long sigh as if to say
oh! if only we could forever stay
here at Pelican Bay!
Sunday, August 01, 2010
Pelican Bay -- Did I write this poem already? Sure feels like it.
This poem is written as a response to the prompt at Monday's Child.
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