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Turning Five#

I see two sisters, one red-head with freckles and one tow-head with no front teeth, who wear matching sweatshirts and shorts as they tumble out of Tabone's mint-green cottage in their bare feet.

I hear the sea-gulls cry to the Great Lake symphony, conducted by the unpredictable weather patterns that sweep over the Big Water.

I smell bacon and eggs in the cottage and fish at the picnic table.

I think I am on a ship as I stand alone on the bluff, my family as far away as the wind can blow.

I feel powerful and safe and free standing up against the wind and the water, five-years-old today. 

Posted by Karen McComas on 8/9/05; 6:57:09 AM to the writings Department
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