In time I’m going back,
Into waves of memories,
And, suddenly I find,
The Summer sands,
Like a pulse,
Beating out a Summer heat,
And into my senses I breathe,
The frothy, salty air,
And the Sun,
Like a yellow glaze,
Browns my Summer skin,
That mixes well,
With Turquoise seas,
Flowing deep,
And the feeling,
Oh so sweet,
A blend of oceans, sands,
And Summer Tans!
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Karen DeMers Dowdall
Karen DeMers Dowdall was born in West Hartford, Connecticut. She has lived in Taiwan, Saudi Arabia, and England. Karen has a PhD, MSN, BSN, RN in Nursing from Florida Atlantic University. “Books of every genre teach us about life, how we think, and view the world." She has written poems and little short stories since she was a child. Karen loves art, she enjoys drawing, painting in oils, pastels, colored pencils, and doing portraiture. She has also taken ballet, Jazz, and modern dance since she was three years old and owned her own dance studio.
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A wonderful poem!
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Thank you so much. I guess I am just dreaming of going to the beach. I actually wrote that a number of years ago – hard to keep a water baby away from the ocean!
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