Visit To Padre Island National Seashore Texas 25 October 2009 Poem by Bill Grace

The blue waves sing in white foam chorus
To smooth sand beyond mortal perfection
Daughter gives hand stand testimonies to her youth
A day of cloudless sky and nature's perfect balance.

The nice man from Nebraska
Who takes our picture
Helps us to understand with his history
That he has never before the present red tide
Seen the Beach so dirty.
Broken wings of butterflies float upon the surface
That christens burrowing sand dollars at its gentle edge.

Heaven
The silence of the beached jelly fish
Who even in death sting
The lure of the distant pilings
An intimation of heaven or eternity or something
But despite the distant oil rigs
Don't come here if you`re looking for work.