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For Flying Colors Contest |
| Sea and Sky. With outstretched hand Upon the sand, She beckoned to her sister "Come see, I believe Mermaids have been and left For look right here, it's perfectly clear They've forgotten their emerald jewels." Her sister, not a dreamer and certainly not for games Would dash away the child's hopes And that is such a shame. With a toss of her dark hair, arms crossed at her waist She simply said. "What jewel you fool, it's sea weed that you see, Not pearls, or stones, or emerald jewels or anything of that kind- And mermaids- they're just something that you made up in your mind!" "Fine, don't play, go away, miss out! I don't care... I'm not to blame for all the pretty things you say aren't there. Said little sis, blowing big miss a kiss and walked off with her nose in the air. She walked upon the cold wet sand, golden as angel's hair Quite enjoying the freedom of not having big sis there She loved that her feet sunk in, The way the water dragged her along She felt as light as a feather, pulled by a wind so strong When her feet became too icy, she left in search of shells She kicked up the sand to find them, Some were in pockets of wells Such sizes and shapes dazzled her eyes The one she liked the best was such a pretty thing It opened like a door, on either side a wing She lifted it up to the sun and she saw Pastel colors like a rainbow, she had never seen before She tucked it safely into her pocket and went further to explore Up above her head a crimson kite weaved and dived With several bright ribbons flapping freely behind Amazement struck her and what confused her all the more Was that it wasn't a young child's kite But prim and proper Elanor Her sister, the one that never cracked a joke Was laughing with her head back As though something inside her broke. "Sorry Kate..." She told her. "I was mean and I was rude... You are five years younger, but there's things we can still do." Kate joined her sister as the kite ducked beneath the sinking sun It was time to go back home But they were having so much fun The sea and sky united, dark and light still one Two sisters, very different Yet still they can have fun. So dabble in the dreaming And sift for treasures deep There's no harm in imagination When memories like these we keep. |