I stood on a sandy beach
on an April weekend.
The sun was shining bright
on each wave
that carried its reflection in.
The sky in the west
was filled with mottled clouds
and on occasional breaks;
the sun’s rays peaked through.
An easterly breeze
lifted the sand into little swirls
and carried them a short while
before depositing them down again,
as I walked along a sandy beach in April.
5 April 2008
Bloody... way to cold for the beach.. David, rain and freeze no wonder i started to sneeze... LOL Andy 10
It's those little moments of enlightenment that remind one of the wonder of being alive. Such a simple image - described faithfully and without pretension. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Now this is a better feel good poem for me...I love the beach...even if it's a bit windy and cold....beats shoveling snow....: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David, I loved the way you recaptured this memory...Wish I had been there. 10! Miss You... Dorothy