Midnight poem

 Martha is writing a poem about brazil.  I am copying her, and writing a poem.  Hope you like it.  It means a lot to me.  love Sarah xxxx

 

 

Herm 47

 

Carving crispy white tops through the waves.

Herm flowers await; the sun beats around.

Butterflies flutter and moths stand firm,

beaches shine; the sea temperature goes down.

 

Shirley is taken, some grips inside my head.

The ticking and bed squeaking shout loud;

It is loud, can’t you hear the giant sound?

Beaches glimmer; the sea temperature goes down.

 

Pushed up the hill, proud I look at sea sparkle.

Full of love, I sing and frown.

I cry for those in peril on the sea.

Beaches shimmer;   the sea temperature goes down

 

Full of happiness and ambition my tent is open

In the sun I sit and I drown.

Daughters laugh, love kisses and play.

Beaches  flicker; the sea temperature stays down.