if you played the guitar, I’d listen
watch your fingers sort the notes
classic bass tones mutter,
they’re the ones I love the most
if painting was your passion
topography comes to mind
blues depicting life in detail
I’d sit pretty within the sky line
if the voyage across the seas
called you away; waking the beast inside
use your mind, I’d plea
wouldn’t be like you to hide
if photography was your passion
and you found me teary-eyed in wonder
nature hook’d a poetess of attraction
and to know her is to love her
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Now, I ain’t much of a guitar player, and I’m a bad finger-painter, and as for boats, well seasickness is my specialty… but give me a camera and 🙂 I’ve hook’d myself a poetess of attraction 🙂
Wonderful and playful poem, Audrey, and an incredible photo! Wishing you well ~ great to see you back writing again.
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Dear Dalo! You know I’d have you no other way than taking photos and pining for my poetry. ♡ I’m grateful for your sillyness. You make me smile. So good to see you.
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🙂 This made me smile this morning ~ a good start to my Friday!
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Happy to bring a smile to your face, Sir. Happy Friday to you! 🤓
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Adoring fan
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I wanted to use this photo so badly. Maybe I rushed the poetry. T’was a quick one, for sure. I appreciate your commenting, John.
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Seemed perfect to me.
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