The Sunshine Island in My Mind

Driving through green curves and hills....

 

Driving through green curves & hills,

Farms and warm winds to:

The sunshine island in my mind.

Come one, come all to see

Mom, Dad, sis and me

Float on land, and float on sea.

We touch the sky with laughter.

Our eyes flow with salt,

Our mouths fill with sand.

Our skin and cold waves.

Our skin and poisoned fish.

These are the days.

Toes dark & oily,

Hard nuggets between.

Webbed feet are made for this.

Hot metal scorches.

Greasy fried birds are eaten,

We feed the flying grays and whites.

Oh, to touch the sky with laughter.

Oh, to be so alive.

Author's Note

Some of my fondest memories of going to South Padre with family. We always bought fried chicken for some reason...:D

Reviews

[SM Davis]

The images are wonderful. I would have prefered to see the word "and" mainly because it would not have detracted from the flow. It reads the same & or "and". I'm a stickler for puctuation...perhaps it's just me.

[Bedlam The Gypsy]

Really like this one. Captures the essence of a family trip to the beach during the summer, nicely.
"Greasy fried birds are eaten "
That line tickled.