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 up to the  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 the pelicans at play.

Sand crabs and small children
Digging tunnels in the sand
The seagulls flying overhead
The sight of a 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
Reminds me of the magic
Of a day spent on the beach.

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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