Wednesday, August 12, 2020


[image from google dot com]

The pirogue, sped across the water;
Vacations are like that, gliding
Hours, fleeting minutes, and after
The memories, you looking back;
To the pirogue, sped across the water.
Crossing, to go to the quaint little town,
Shopping for souvenirs, sorta
Like stamped names on everything,
Must follow you home, to better
Say, i went shopping in St Georges Grenada,
Where, the pirogue sped across the water.
© gillena cox 2020

How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE

I have not gone anywhere on vacation in a very long time so when i saw the prompt today i decided to write based on memories
Blog hopping today with

Come Sail

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