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A Saturday in Paradise

by Lance Roy




 Under Skies of Blue, a Tale Unfolds
journeys bright and stories untold.
In Bradenton's heart, I start my quest,

A land of beauty, where I'm truly blessed.


Car repairs done, my spirit takes flight,

Ready to chase the sun's golden light.

Nine years in this haven, oh so dear,

A celebration of life, every passing year.


Down the Manatee Riverwalk I tread,

A peaceful path where dreams are fed.

Vendors bustling, their markets bloom,

A vibrant tapestry, dispelling all gloom.


Manatee Ave leads me to the Isle,

Where beachside dreams stretch mile by mile.

Early hours grace me, traffic's not near,

A quiet drive, the morning so clear.


Across the causeway, to islands of grace,

Where boats set sail to open space.

Gulf Drive unfolds its scenic trail,

Morning's embrace, beyond the veil.


Families and walkers, a lively scene,

Little ones laughing, where shores convene.

At The Donut Experience, a treat divine,

Cold coffee in hand, moments entwine.


City Pier beckons, a front-row view,

Anglers dance with waters of blue.

Skyway Bridge stands tall and grand,

A testament to nature's hand.


North Shore Drive whispers tales,

Of waterfront homes, where wonder sails.

Longboat Key's beauty, a vision so rare,

Golf courses glisten, with grace to spare.


St. Armands Circle, a charming retreat,

Shops awaken, melodies sweet.

Sarasota's skyline, a city's rise,

A future's promise in morning skies.


Farmers' Market hums with life,

A symphony of scents, a vibrant rife.

Bayfront yachts embark on their quest,

Gulf-bound dreams, they manifest.


Homeward bound, my heart aglow,

In Bayshore Garden's embrace, I know,

A treasure trove of beauty and grace,

This is home, my sacred space.


So let this tale of wonder and glee,

Unfold like waves upon the sea.

In Bradenton's embrace, my heart takes flight,

A journey blessed with pure delight.


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