Reaching

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    My son Micah at Galveston beach - 1978 (age 2)

    Reaching

     by Tom King (c) 2010


    Reach for the sky

    When the moment rambles by.

    Wrap your fingers 'round a cloud

    And squeeze it till the rain comes out.

     

    Dance upon the water,

    Grinning till your face hurts.

    Fling some sand.

    Kick a wave.

     

     When we get old

    We start to forget.

    What it means

    To dance on the beach

     

     What did it mean

    To wring life that way

    From a handful of sky

    And a forkful of sand?

     

     I wish that I

    Could remember

    How to reach that high

    And laugh that loud.

     

    Perhaps if I actually

    Went to the beach sometime....

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    HarverTomsson commented on Reaching

    12-31-2010

    What a fantastic reminder to journey toward joy before the path gets forever lost in the maze of the hum-drum. Harv
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    Rhymer commented on Reaching

    12-08-2010

    Would be nice to be able to actually recapture our youth, or at least view the world again through youthful eyes. 10
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    Kanicki commented on Reaching

    12-08-2010

    Your precious angel at the beach a wonderful priceless photo. One of my favorite photos of my beloved brother was taken on that same beach. RIP to the precious angels.
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    rsalassi commented on Reaching

    12-08-2010

    wry humor with a quiet message...well written piece, sir.
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    Kanicki commented on Reaching

    12-07-2010

    This is a gem of a pen! If we all could remember to enjoy the child within. The ending is rather humorous; often the only thing that gets in the way of adults connecting with their inner child is their childishness...LOL. Peace, Love and Light
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