ALONG THE BEACH

I took off my shoes and jacket
Felt the sand beneath my feet
Walked about a mile due south
The sights beyond belief.

The seagulls flying overhead
The boats not far from shore
The waves against the sandy beach
The quiet, peaceful roar.

The salty mist, the ocean air
The sun setting in the distance
A picture perfect evening
I closed my eyes, I tried to listen.

The bell sounds from the lighthouse
Every evening at this time
The familiar chant now echoes
Its song, a gentle rhyme.

The light blinking on the buoy
Channel markers lead the way
The sailors chart and navigate
Their boats into the bay.

The lobster and the shrimp boats
Make ready, leave at dawn
By 5 a.m. they’re on their way
Their days are hard and long.

The wind picks up, time to go
The rain is coming soon
I make my way up the hill
Just passed the sandy dunes.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories. View all posts by Patty Richardson