My Soul Renews When On The Shore Poem by Wade Harlaine

My soul renews when on the shore
The clean air makes the senses cleanse
And the seagull chick’s dry feet I implore
As they dance their merry defence.
I reminisce of childhood pleasure, a simple donkey ride
And for see to walk this shore hand in hand with a tenacious bride.
As the warm golden sand beneath my feet cascades between each toe
I while away in this moments bliss in a world away from woe.
Returning sight, the gentle sun glazes the millpond sea
And holds me in its exquisite warmth for a time in ecstasy