Through the Holes
Through the holes in my straw hat
I see tiny flecks of light
Laying on the sandy beach,
The sun shines warm and bright.
And out in the distance
The waves crash on the shore,
A pelican dives to catch a fish
And then comes back for more.
Sipping rum from the bottle,
Watching turquoise waves roll by,
I look up toward the sun
To see a blue and cloudless sky.
On a tropical beach in St. Martin
Who could imagine that,
All this paradise is just behind…
The holes in my straw hat.
By: Melodye Denisov
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