A Fun Adventure On The Beach

Aha the tropical breeze caressing my skin so tenderly
Lying on the sandy beach, sunbathing so peacefully
Eyes closed against the noontime blazing sun
Expecting no one as I felt sand sprinkled on my toes
Someone playing and having a bit of fun
I opened my eye’s to see a tall lanky man who somehow looked familiar
Not knowing for certain
and feeling rather peculiar
Finally recognizing, then thinking ” How could this possibly be? ”
Ernest Hemingway hovering and looking down at me
He then smiled and offered me an afternoon tea
Asking, ” Can I join you under your umbrella tree? ”
I was astonished and speechless but filled with exorbitant glee
So very much I wanted to ask, so much I needed to know
What inspired the wonderful, ‘ For Whom The Bells Toll ‘
So many written novels that I loved so
A Farewell To Arms
The Sun Also Rises
The Old Man And The Sea
Each one a classic and filled with historic history
I then asked him why he took his life in nineteen sixty one
He told me his life was empty
He stopped having any fun
His day’s of wine and roses became more than he could bare
He felt no one really listened, no one really cared
Suddenly I noticed he began to fade away
I looked more closely, his silhouette
Was visible leaving the beautiful tropical bay
My psyche whispered, ” Ruby you’ve been dreaming again ”
That’s when I gathered my umbrella and started to run
I knew I’d been dreaming
and having another adventure, so full of make believe fun
It is now August the 18th, and I haven’t spent anytime on the beach
Seems I’ve been so busy, the beach seemed so far out of reach
My psyche tells me, ” It’s never too late
To drive south and find a beautiful sunny lake
I really don’t think I’ll encounter Ernest Hemingway again
Perhaps is I’m lucky I’ll meet Vincent Van Gogh
Now wouldn’t that be ‘ the living end? ‘
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Hemingway in the clouds, I loved it… Maybe some day I will see Jack London or Edgar Allen Poe, what a wonderful day that would be.
Hi Kurt. It’s never too late to dream and might-as well-dream-big. Ha Ha. It would be a treat to meet Poe and London. Thanks so much for reading and commenting on this make-believe tale…
Clever and much enjoyed Ruby, and wouldn’t it be nice if someone we so loved just appeared for a chat and a cup of tea. Love the picture too. A great and fun read.
Such a delightful read, Ruby. Oh! to meet the great ones of long ago. How inspiring would that be? I once sat by a fireside having tea with William B. Yeats – such a pleasant dream. I love your poem and enjoyed reading it.
This was a joy to read, Ruby. I loved it…Hemmingway in the clouds, wow! I think I’d lik to meet Arthur Conan Doyle or Robert Louis Stevenson.
Hi Tony. So glad it was a fun read for you. I had fun dreaming it up. There are many I would love to meet for tea too. Thank you..
Hi Phillis. I’m happy to know that you dream of greats too. Thanks for a delightful comment.
Hello John. I’m happy it was a joyful read for you. We both dream BIG. Ha. Thank you…
Ruby you had me smiling all the way through. What a wonderful dreamy poetic journey. You made me want to get away from my PC, pack a picnic and head on over to some lake side picnic spot, watch the clouds drift by and see who I might meet. Will have to do just that before August comes to an end. Really enjoyed this.
Hello Rasma. I think I’m thinking about summer ending and I like the fall but hate winter, so we better get busy and find a beach. I wonder who we might find basking in the sun? Hee….