(This is one of the poems I wrote for my creative writing summer class, as I mention in my post Creative Writing and Summer Classes)
They covered her face, her arms and her legs,
As bold and bright as they were beautiful:
Small brown dots where the sun kissed her fair skin.
Her hair blew about, framing her bright face,
Highlighting the sunny color therein.
She laughs, smiles, and dips one paddle end down,
Pulling her kayak through the smooth water;
Each stroke is a splash, forming broad ripples,
And her shoulders flex, propelling her on.
She and a friend are each in bright kayaks,
But only her skin echoes that brightness,
Strikingly colored in bold abandon.
And, I can’t help but think as I watch them,
That she’ll have new sun kisses tomorrow.