Sitting On A Beach
Sitting on a Beach
Sandy moments on a white ribbon stretching to the horizon
Lapped by salty waters wandering the world dawn to dawn
I walked the strand twixt the sounding sea and the land
Thinking no thoughts at all, just dreaming out of hand
Zephyr wind song set to dancing gulls crying their glee
Racing the shifting tides and chasing waves by me
Circling overhead in a ballet between dawn and dusk
as I pause and smell the sea’s own brand of musk
Sun drenched shore and glittering sea blending sweet
Sea grasses dance in the shifting airs so soft and fleet
I love this place where the heart and soul can heal
And where the human song can finally freely peal
Thinking of you and hope all is well with you, old son.
Keeping you in our prayers and hoping to get up that way sometime.
Just moved to a new house in Buffalo MN, and its a bear to do for two in their 60’s!
Very nice, JOHNN. Thank you!
Welcome back ... we’ve missed you.
Saving this lovely poem! Happy settling in to your new home..Moving is hard on amyone..but harder the older we get.
Sitting On A Beach