Sandpipers prance at water’s edge, seagulls waiting
for crumbs to drop,
babies in sun hats,
waves in, waves out.
Boys on surfboards ride curling foam, slicing water,
wind whips umbrellas
inside out,
waves in, waves out.
Rum drinks sipped at end of day, chairs pulled up to water,
sandy feet and
relaxed bodies,
waves in, waves out.
Author: BHW
I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.
September 3, 2014 at 8:09 am
I love the repetition of “waves in, waves out”, Betty. You captured the rhythm of a vacation at the beach so well.
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September 3, 2014 at 9:12 pm
Thanks Joan! That rhythm of waves in, waves out is so reassuring and comforting.
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