Round glasses catch the morning light,
her smile is wide, her eyes are bright.
A young girl peeks above a rail,
her floppy hat holds thoughts that sail.
She grins a wide and sunlit beam,
like someone stepping through a dream.
Childhood haven, so still, so sweet,
where flowers bloom beneath her feet.
Great student, fresh from books and class,
now stands upon her grandma’s grass.
suddenly free from books and test,
vacations where her heart can rest.
She sees a windmill, calm and tall,
It turns beyond the garden wall.
A field of tulips, red and gold,
stretches far, both brave and bold.
Wind turbine turns so gracefully,
strong breezes sways flowery sea.
Behind it all, the yellow haze,
blows gently through the sunlit day.
The dust may dance, the sky may blur,
but joy still rises strong in her.
nothing at all can dim her joy,
her heart feels peace no smog can cloy.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 294 June 23, 2025
This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕