Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Sunday, June 28, 2015
from a photo
The Island
The island lie there lazily
in the blue sea
like a hippo in a river.
Foliage dotted its back.
Cottages gathered at its midsection
like nursing young.
Gray cliffs marked its back hip,
and reddish sands its rump.
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