Throwback photo to Don’s muse and beautiful granddaughter, Claire … circa 2016
Sanibel Girl
The beach almost empty
The surf getting still
The rays of sun
A sea gull’s shill
There was peace all around
With a few nature sounds
A Great Heron eating
Some dinner he’d found
She carried the bucket
Of her priceless shells
Each with a memory
Or story to tell
So serene the setting
A future memory to hold
When the quiet little girl
No longer strolled
She took off running
As fast as she’d go
Swinging the bucket
She still had in tow
Headed straight for a heron
Knee-deep in surf
‘ as tall as she
When standing on turf
She laughed and giggled
As he few away
With legs out behind him
Low over the bay
Another day ending
Happy down to her core
‘can’t wait for tomorrow
To see what’s in store
And as the sun set
She headed in
Cherishing the blessings
Provided by Him
With family and friends
Warm sun, surf and breeze
When God made Sanibel
He knew she’d be pleased!
We’ve so missed the whimsical musings of our dear friend, Don P. from Farmington Hills, MI (creative brain behind the unique “Weather Shell” we had in our old office).
He recently sent us this poem, noting “I wrote this about my five-year-old granddaughter, 14 years ago. Sanibel memories never fade!”
We look forward to welcoming back Don and his family … and all of our wonderful guests … just as soon as we can to make many more!
