"Beach Combing"
The fresh salty breeze
fill the nostrils
hope, adventure, longing
There is just something
about the sea
that puts the soul at ease
Imprints left on the sand
only to disappear with each tide
a wave that brings joy
to a child's eye
Treasures collected along the way
a smooth piece of glass
a broken shell
wood worn smooth and indented
Rocks entrench my pocket
thoughts slip thru my mind
just as easily as sand wells up in my shoe
I walk along the beach
Hands clasped desperately
to hold a memory
laughter echoes across the water
tendrils of breath moist with cold
Northern artic air
frigid beauty of the ocean
these are not the shores of my youth
warmed by the hot sun.
By: Ryan McKay
8/15/14
