Sands of Time
Where there are prints Left By feet and hand The tides will hide In grains of sand Until the day In its varied ways Is made anew By the tidal sway That stirs the grains In the sands of time Over and over Again
Where there are prints Left By feet and hand The tides will hide In grains of sand Until the day In its varied ways Is made anew By the tidal sway That stirs the grains In the sands of time Over and over Again
“Dip your toe in. The water’s fine.” Their sailboat drifted further from the coastline With a splash, he dove and quickly disappeared Swallowed up by the waves as she nervously peered Into the deep, dark churning abyss Suddenly, he resurfaced for a salty kiss His lips tasted of the sea, luring her in First, she… Read More The Water’s Fine
They went to the ocean To watch the waves To let their memories Drift away To the far corners Where earth meets air To a place where dreams Are theirs to share Like pearls plucked As priceless treasures From a sea of endless Possibility
I explored the ocean In an unlikely boat Red-checkered, tissue-lined A cardboard vessel of the sea Where fish was battered Dipped once, fried twice In oil that splattered On the fish fry presented to me Perfectly golden Fish and sun On that day Were my gifts from the sea
Life is full of Choices and chances That come and go And never stop So, choose wisely And take chances Knowing A new wave Is always forming On the horizon
A curious seagull Down at the shore Slowly strutted over And was hard to ignore Did he stop to eavesdrop Or did he have something to say Was he merely hoping To share a doughboy that day It was probably the food It usually is The curious seagull Thought the doughboy was his But his… Read More Curious Seagull
Glass bottles Thrown from docks Burst under waves Break over rocks Rolled in the sea Tumbled by sand They run aground Back on dry land With edges buffed And shine frosted Glass once new Now worn and salted Ready to be found By a discerning soul Who’ll see someone’s trash As treasure to behold
The repeating cycle Of sand and sea Under golden sun Calls to me, “You must return To our sandy beaches Where nature’s law Calmly teaches Strength, tenacity And perseverance To all those willing To see and hear it. In the waves In the wind In the whispering sand Are secrets to learn And understand.”
A seagull plucks a clam From its shell And follows it with a chaser Of salty swell Drinking in the goodness Distilled by the sea He returns the empty shell As gratuity
In the water That trickled over Rocks and toes On sinking sand In the wind That blew the grasses Who called the sandy hills Their home In the flowers Native-born Of salty sea And rustic shores On the wings Of Butterfly and bird Who swayed and danced In blue azure I heard a song… Read More Nautical Lore
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