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Abby Yeomans Poems
The waves kiss the sand Like a long lost lover. They come crashing onto The once peaceful beach.
Do you ever just feel So overwhelmed? The voices in your
Crowded and Desolate
Beach Breezy, Blue Splashing, Crashing, Walking Waves, Crowded - Rocky, Heat
That Day At The Beach
The waves crashing against the shore. I’ve never seen anything quite so blue. The sand was so soft that day. And the wind gently blowing through my hair.
Comments about Abby Yeomans
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
The waves kiss the sand
Like a long lost lover.
They come crashing onto
The once peaceful beach.
Crashing, killing, crumbling
The soft sand.
Storms have no mercy.
Tranquility is gone.
The clouds start to roll in,
like a macho guy.
You can hear the thunder
In the distance,
like a worried mother calling to her child.
Suddenly the gulls
The happiness in gone,
And the beach is now a
Barren, ghostly place.