Bermuda

Bermuda

The pastel pink sand glistening in the sunlight,

The sounds of waves crashing in the night,

Butterflies fluttering about.  

 

Tall weeping willow trees dancing in the wind,

Listening to the birds sing.

 

From the pastel pink to royal blue,

You can never get enough of this dream come true.

Gardens with many flowers

Some as tall as towers

All their colors

You could just sit and look at them for hours

 Bermuda

By: Lisa Leyton

 

 

Comments

Farlem Knight

I love the powerful imagery you put in this poem. Makes me think I'm really there.

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