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
For My Trumpet Man
2020/08/22 by Charlene L. Amsden
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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).