Sandy Miserable Shore Poem by Joseph Piere

Man motionless in sweeping sand, soft wrinkled hand over broken eyelids

Emerald eyes emerge wondering walking the lovely sandy landscape

Man layered with clothes from different times, how i admire you

Spots a boy and his head turns too quickly, a boy with bare feet

The boy is bouncing down the beach, no direction, no reason

Wielding a stick hes a great warrior, a star-man, a ancient fighter

Suddenly falls into the sand, playing dead, how i admire you