Better than the original?
Better than the original?
Boats in the harbor
Decorated with warm lights
Filled with Christmas cheer
A small stranded boat
Dreams of sailing washed ashore
In a summer squall
Inspired by this post: aprompteachday.wordpress.com
Always liked this song. Just peaceful.
A long midnight cruise
Sails up, filled out, billowing
Across the ocean
For more prompts like “cruise” go here: Haiku Horizons
This song came to mind when I saw this challenge.
Ocean going ship
Sails billowing, fat and full
Gliding on the blue
I woke up after the 3 a.m. feed this morning with a Jimmy Buffett song playing on my headphone (yes, I said head phone. I lost the ear bud cover to the other piece, so I lopped off that one and just kept the one. Helps when feeding the baby or listening out for her cries). Anyway, a Buffett song was on and it got me thinking about the beach. Then that got me thinking about this Haiku.
A short story about two boys who discover a hidden beach and the evil deadly secrets that lie within its soft white grains of sand.
The old man sat on his wooden porch, rocking slowly back and forth in his rocking chair. He watched the waves of the ocean, crashing salty onto the shore. His two grandkids were sitting upon the wooden steps of the porch, waiting patiently for his first tale. He lit his pipe and then turned his eyes upon them. Ryan and Alex smiled with child-like glee. They loved their granddad’s stories, and to them he was everything.
“Let me tell you kids a story,” he replied, with his old gruff voice, which sounded like sandpaper being rubbed softly across wood. He took a puff on his pipe as the smell of cherries permeated the warm autumn air. “This is a story about The Living Sand, a true tale about two boys, both about your age.”
Ryan and Alex let out a short gasp as they heard this.
The old man just smiled; his wrinkled face creasing as he did. “These two adventurous boys had found this cave, but were unaware of the hidden beach it opened up on.” He took a puff on the pipe, a pause, and then went back to the story. “The youngest boy, let’s call him Seth, and the oldest we will call him Junior. When these two found the cave, they began to dare one another to go in first, each one as scared as the other, but Junior, went first. He took the flashlight and stepped into the moss-covered entrance to the cave . . .”
A puff of the pipe, the smell of cherries wafted and floated, as the story began.
This Haiku was inspired by this post: Sherry Fundin.
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Here’s the Haiku:
A boat on the water
Sails full, filled with warm salt air
Sea breeze in my face