I hear the waves it is almost summertime… I hear talking and yelling… I can tell when I hear those sounds it is summertime…there are all types of bathing suits around me… when there are no waves I see still water…when there are little waves I see bumpy water…when I see waves it looks like a big hill…after a long day at the beach I can still hear the waves and yelling and talking from my couch.
BY, ISABELLE CALOIA
My granddaughter is interested in writing poetry, so here is one she did quite well on. All her own words. I hope to share more as she continues.
Beach combing along the beautiful Lake Huron Shore…finding all kinds of unique stones and shells.
We feel so blessed to have made the move to our cabin up north. I am the 4th generation and the first to homestead the place. In our hearts it will always be “The Cabin” that we are making our home. We are grateful for the solitude and peacfullness.
The lake brings so much to us , we can always count on an uplifting walk along the shore. Each time we are in awe of the beauty and each find of the Petoskey stones.
The soothing sounds of the water and soft sand massaging every step at mid summer the water is tantalizing you for a dip. You can get mesmerized by the feelings and sounds which can turn any frown upside down.
May you find the peace and contement in your heart while you enjoy this peace of heaven on Earth☮
You capture me at dusk..
I see your glow peeking over the horizon…
Watching in wonder…
Aww slips from my lips..
The sky you show the way..
Light conquers dark all around you see..
Twinkling upon the ripples of the water..
Flickers between the tree branches..
Lighting my way along the path..
Each night you grace us..
Always grateful for your presence….
For lighting our way ♥ TMB 13
I love photography and going up north to visit the beaches up there. I took this photo and wrote the poem. Feeling inspired as these places always seem to make me feel.
May we all be inspired amongst the places we love ♥