Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Beach Poem

Dune fields dancing with the Wind,
whispering a stealthy secret.

Seagulls flocking to the music of the Waves,
they sing an unknown melody.

Gray clouds overlooking a gloomy Town,
miniature people living their lives.

A lonely man fishing for Hope,
He caught nothing...

Ocean foams form at the tip of their teeth,
Then fizzle down to wimpering children.

Not the first image of a beach, but this was what i felt.


* I actually love the beach, but i don't like it unless its warm and I only really like the ocean to swim in. I don't need to tan, I have always appreciated the beach for what it was. I hate when people just do nothing there.

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