Imaginary Shores Poem by Alison Gaff

Walking to the bus today
I stopped underneath the trees
Then I stood and closed my eyes
And I swear I could here the seas

It was the only sound around
A soft whooshing in the leaves
Like water over small pebbles
Not the leaves upon the trees

With my eyes shut, it felt as though
I could be at the beach
With a gentle tide lapping the shore
But it was oh so out of reach

Then the breeze did gently play
Ruffling the leaves on high
Without another sound around
To that beach Id like to fly