Sun and Surf

EER_0271There is something very therapeutic about being at the beach. Memories of going to the beach with the family are some of my best and most lasting. Each summer, we traveled to the Outer Banks, pitched our tent, and spent our days on the sand or riding the waves. We took our shovel along and created many interesting sea creatures. The ebb and flow of waves soothed our soul and eased our mind. This poem is a reflection on those experiences.

Sun and Surf

Puddles of molten gold in the water

Reflecting the morning sun

Watching the tide as it rises and alters

Those magical castles of fun

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Sandpipers and galls run with the surf

Eating their squiggling breakfasts

Snatching critters from the receding kerf

Before it washes past them

Brown Pelicans float over the shallows

Diving for fish in waves

Long necks & scooped beaks easily swallow

Slippery morsels that cannot be saved

Bronzed beauties oiled, laid out, and frying

On beach towels in the sun

Young boys discretely spying

Cutting up and having fun

Dwight Chris and Jason at Nags Head 001

Shells and driftwood litter the beach

Collected by old and young alike

Oooing and awwwing as they examine each piece

Saving every one with delight

Standing in the surf as the waves roll in

Sinking into the sand

Jason at the Ocean 001

Feeling it rolling back again

In strong and intense bands

Walking the pier in the morning light

Feeling warm sun on my skin

Squeezing my lovers hand so tight

Hoping her heart to win

Saw grass and fencing grow out of the dunes

Protecting against wild storms

Footprints and paths cross through the blooms

That sandflies call their home

Climbing the stairs all the way to the top

Red-faced tired and sweating

Chris and Jason at Duck, NC 1977 001

Dragging along bags of towels and pop

A cooler, an umbrella, and fat tube rings

Oreos our favorite snack

No limits, no rations, it’s all you can eat

The beach is not the place for lack

It’s food, iced tea, and very special treats

Time passes all too quickly

One last time to hit the beach

Packing up makes everyone picky

A very sad day for each

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