Done In Dunes Poem by Alfred Ramos

I went there expecting to see
Soft silk sands in serenity
Patterns carved by the wind
And a stillness that made me come back again
But my eyes were fooled
For what they had been schooled
There were tire tracks all around
And an echo of a rat-a-tat sound
There were wide tracks
Thin tracks
Deep tracks
Many tracks
There were trails this way and that
As if a super highway was where I was at
The dunes
Now the ruins
The damage done
By those blinded by the sun
For so little pleasure one so easily kills
Once Mother Nature’s workshop now nothing but ransacked hills
If the ocean could only swallow them back
God, throw away the paintbrush before we paint them black