Sunday, 22 April 2012


Three little girls

Three little girls
run into the sea
squealing so joyfully
laughing with glee.

Forwards
then back to the sand
splashing
running hand in hand.


Three little girls
cry at close of the day
walk out of the sea
no time left to play.

38 comments:

eileeninmd said...

Oh, but they had so much fun. How sad to see the day come to an end. Cute poem, I can picture the three little girls playing in the surf. Cute Poem, Cuby!

CherryPie said...

Such great fun always leads to momentary sadness when the fun has to stop for the day.

Ola said...

childhood-time of hapiness!

Life and travelling
Cooking

the cuby poet said...

eileeninmd: I saw these three little girls playing and could just imagine their reaction when the fun had to stop! Glad you liked this one.

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie: Thanks for your comment.

the cuby poet said...

Ola: Just fun is how childhood should be.

EG CameraGirl said...

Ah, that's the way with kids, isn't it? I think they just tire themselves out, so tired they cry.

Crafty Green Poet said...

ah yes, those wonderful days on the beach!

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

I can see them running into the sea, Cuby!

the cuby poet said...

E G CameraGirl: Thanks.

the cuby poet said...

Crafty Green Poet: I think I must have felt like that all those years ago!

the cuby poet said...

Welshcakes: I am so glad that you could.

Kevin Routh said...

This really made me smile. I know too well the tears that always seem to come when it's time to go home and the fun has to end... :)

Viola said...

Oh- I just love this one! It's like I can see the three little gurls.. :)

Thanks for all your nice comments! :)

Have a nice week! :)

Doris said...

Oh no, what happened? They were having such a nice time. Now I'm wondering why they were crying. I think it was because they had to get out of the sea. I hope that's all it was.

Al said...

LOL, I remember being sad at the end of a fun day by the sea. (Although I was a little boy so crying wasn't acceptable.)

Betsy from Tennessee said...

Great poem... Reminds me of the times I spent with my 3 childhood girlfriends.. We had such JOY together --and TEARS when we left each other. One has since died from cancer---so there are still tears over that.

Hugs,
Betsy

Evlyn said...

This is very evocative and I can imagine what a drawing of the little girls would look like. Lovely imagery!

Nancy said...

So cute! All good things must come to an end. :)

the cuby poet said...

Kevin: No crying now we're adults just silent disappointment!

the cuby poet said...

Viola: So pleased that you liked this one.:)

the cuby poet said...

Doris: Leaving the beach is always sad no matter what age you are.

the cuby poet said...

Al: Still sad even today!

the cuby poet said...

Betsy from Tennessee: Thanks glad you liked this one.

the cuby poet said...

Evlyn: Glad you could get the picture in your head.There were three real little girls who gave me the idea.

the cuby poet said...

Nancy: Good that you liked this one, thanks.

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Happy poem, even when the day was over, because you know they had a grand time!

the cuby poet said...

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm: I am sure these girls had a day to remember.

Jim said...

I can see them now! And not wanting to stop.....
This is very light hearted and whimsical.

the cuby poet said...

Jim: I draw with word so glad you could see it in your mind's eye.

Roy said...

That is sweet Claire.

the cuby poet said...

Roy: Sweet tinged with sadness! Thanks for the comment.

upwoods said...

I can feel the sweet energy of the three little girls. Can almost see them, Claire.

the cuby poet said...

upwoods: So nice to see you again Kathy! Thank you for the lovely comment,I am glad that you could see what I saw which was the inspiration behind this poem.

Ronna said...

Love it. Thanks for finding my blog so I could find you! Happy to be following you now! Cheers.

the cuby poet said...

Ronna: Welcome here. Enjoy the poetry.

Simone de Klerk said...

In Holland we have a child song about three toddlers sitting on a fence in spring and talking about the birds they hear singing. Your poem reminds me of it!

the cuby poet said...

Simone de Klerk: Sounds a delightful little song.