Article March 18, 2002 Issue

Writing as discovery—Celebrating love and family with snapshots and poems

Lyn Littlefield Hoopes

You give me wings
to fly
over white foam and roll
and wishing spray
far from shore
from home
from warm shoulder ground
and Father's balance

I bound
open
shy wings soar
above our shadow long
over whistling light
and the sea's spirit song

as you stride
my shoulder ride
across bubbling sand
to the roll and rush
the swirl of swimming sea
with me
about to be
wind and sun and sky
I fly.

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