Ode To Sunrise Beach

Ode To Sunrise Beach ode

Uploaded by Marnie McGregor

Only a few minutes walk from my place it is,
the view alone is worth a long look.
Known to our locals as Hang Gliders Hill,
and I tell you here, right now; you will get your thrills.
Is sunrise a meeting place? Yes, it sure is,
with an “all welcome” happy hour each day around 5.
The sunsets are wonderful, will take breath away;
heralding the close of another glorious day.

Two times a week there a lesson to take,
and my very name is in the next class given.
“Too old for this sport” I hear you say.
Naah no way, never. I refuse to rust out.

So take a deep breath and count 1, 2, 3;
as I run down the hill with a big loud shout.
“Hang Gliders, hang gliders;” now fly me away.

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The poem is highly evocative and well-executed. Stunning performance.


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