Dean FH Macy, Visions of Keri</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=8.htm>Dean FH Macy</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Visions of Keri</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>(Memories in her last summer of life)<br>On a cliff I sit. I spy<br>A vision shaping the sand<br>Into castles. One small hand<br>Waves love to me. She calls, Hi!<br>A small child, a girl, long hair<br>Swirling in the summer breeze,<br>Gathers seashells that will please<br>Her Dad: Jewels for him to share.<br>My joyful vision of blue<br>Against blue, Carefully picks<br>Starfish from the driftwood sticks:<br>I love, Dad, to share with you.<br>The chair rocking, she and I<br>Study the first evening star,<br>That glorious light afar<br>Off in the heavenly sky.<br>On a cliff I sit. I spy<br>A vision shaping the sand<br>Into castles. One small hand<br>Waves love to me. She sobs, Bye!</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>