I marvel at the site of the ocean.

Love living near the beach.

The sounds, the smells, the feeling

Of the sand  beneath my feet.


It’s all about the sea life

Turtles, Sharks , and Man of War.

Walking and gathering treasures,

That make their way  to shore.


Messages in a bottle,

Old bobbers, buckets and pails,

Left behind, carelessly  abandoned

Along with a few broken shells.


A weathered piece of driftwood

A souvenir from a perfect day.

Walking  along the shoreline

Watching thee pelicans at play.


Sand crabs and small children

Digging tunnels in the sand

The seagulls flying overhead

The sight of the lone fisherman.


A ball of fire extinguishing

Settling  beyond the horizon.

Slipping slowly beneath the edge

Light passing as night begins.


The moonlight now illuminates

The waves as they approach the beach

The water is now glistening

The birds have gone to sleep.


Standing on the  dunes.

The cool salt air and gentle breeze,

Remind me of the magic

Of a day spent on the beach.


Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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