For My Trumpet Man

Trumpet man
blows his horn so sweetly
that the sea rolls in to listen
and even the moon yearns to touch him.
Charlene L. Amsden
Trumpet man
blows his horn so sweetly
that the sea rolls in to listen
and even the moon yearns to touch him.
Charlene L. Amsden
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She: “Did you know that handkerchiefs are coming back into vogue?” He: “No …” She: “And … never mind, I can’t tell you.” He: “Can’t tell me what?” She: “About the cool colors they come in now. You’d be appalled.” He: “Probably. But I’m going to find out sooner or later, so …” She: “Purple,…
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Sweet! 🙂
Thanks, Cherie. I took this photo and wrote this poem during Charley's and my first Summer here on the island (before we moved to Hawaii).