A beach is sand and wave tossed floatsom
where delicate sandpipers dance with waves
and a single white and black gull cries out in joy
riding currents in the sea of air above
sparse yellow green saw grass lines the dunes
and the wind carves sandy sculptures soft
not there the day before
where a soul asks no more
and dreams rises up, their magic to loft
were one may hear another one of life’s tunes
guided by a silver shrouded moon to love
and find humor watching children make shells toys
and time shifts on and peace your soul does lave
there is something grand about being a beach bum
I so miss the beach..I lived in California 3 times during my life..the last time 10 minutes from the beach at Goleta. The most breathtaking moonrise I ever saw was in South Carolina(people on the beach were applauding!) My favorite grandsons’ picture is of the Christmas Day I took my son and his family to the beach when the boys were young.
I loved watching the tides at the slew at Goleta, shell and drift wood hunting,..bird watching at the beach.