poetry For My Trumpet Man 2020/08/22 / 2 Comments Amoeba O’Ceallaigh playing trumpet by moonlight. Trumpet manblows his horn so sweetlythat the sea rolls in to listenand even the moon yearns to touch him. Charlene L. Amsden Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like this:Like Loading...
Charlene_Amsden 2011/10/15 at 10:10 pm 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). Loading...
Amoeba O’Ceallaigh playing trumpet by moonlight.
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Cherie
Sweet! 🙂
Charlene_Amsden
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).