We were runnin' through the woods when we found the beach
I was mesmerized by the sparkle of the sunlight down on the sea
What was so beautiful about it was a mystery to me
Ofcourse the bear cub wasn't there by the hunny nor
was the white moon missin' returnin' back to the forts past from where there layed all the wooden swords
Pirates sailed these seas, you know, in search of gold that might've been found in oars and
sure the hot sun meant paradise but the cold breeze brought war
Time passed and older in the blink of an eye we grew right there by where the white seagulls flew, where the black feathers blew
There laid this snowflake i would take home to stay in a cold dark box where it would lay
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Author:
Hudson (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: we- who i grew up with, specially my cousins and i. the woods- kinda home/ the unknown and kinda scary. the beach- summer paradise/hot blue eyed blonde, tanned or not, i used to have a major crush on. the sun the tone of the hair, the eyes, the sea, the skin tone like sand. sparkle of the sunlight down on the sea- see "the beach". Ofcourse- how a girl later mentioned would spell it. bear cub- see my other poem, "Honey". its who "Honey"s about but younger when i first remember seeing her in the lunchroom. hunny- a refrence to pooh bear, disney, who the bear cub girl liked and reminded me of. forts- we built forts as kids also stands for home. wooden swords- the types of games kids growing up would play. pirates- the seriousness of the matter. the hot sun- summer vacation/ see "the beach". cold breeze- winter/ school. snowflake- was old friend i knew that was kinda like me/ see "cold dark box" she was also pretty pale and small. cold dark box- my heart
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