Golden Sands
Oh, the sky was blue and the bottle was green and the old wooden fence was brown.
I didn’t go into the sea that day for fear I would falter, and drown.
But would I have taken a chance on a dip, here is question for you,
If the fence had been green, and the sky had been brown, and the bottle had been a bright blue?
© Stephen Whiteside
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #7
Love it Stephen.