Water's Edge Poem by Georgia Hindmarch

A man stands at the water's
edge,

Breathing in the scent of salt spray,
Tasting the wind on his tongue,


A boy stands at the water's
edge,

Throwing pebbles into the sea,
never to be seen again,

Each for a different reason,
Splash, Splash, Splash.


A man stands at the water's
edge,

Caressing a smooth eroded surface,
The pebble a lead weight in his hand,


He is unable to let go.