Summer of nineteen-
Eighty-one. We visited the
Country of Canada--where my Mom was born.
One day while there, we had the opportunity to go to Grand Beach.
I had never seen sand so white, or water that was as blue as it was on that Canadian beach.
Â© Stacey UffelmanÂ 2/20/13
This poem is in the Fibonacci style, though I used the words in the number sequence rather than the syllables.