Sand and Water

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The seventies were a fun time in my life. We loved camping at Emerald Isle Travel-n-Park and climbing over the dunes to get to the wide flat beach below. When you are young, 90 F days and sleeping in an 8×10 canvas tent were not a hardship. Riding the waves on blow-up tubes was so much fun. Playing in the sand with our two boys, collecting shells, and building sand creations were memorable summer events.

Now the boys are grown with children of their own, making memories in the sand and floating on ocean waves. Those times pass so quickly. Cherish every minute you have with your children.

My cute little boys

Fun times in water and sand

with deep summer tans

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Photo: Ruth Roth & Dwight L. Roth

Posting this on d’Verse Poets Pub for Frank Tassone’s Haibun Monday prompt of Summer.

Young Love

Remember the days of young love

Excitement knowing no bounds

Charged thrill of being together

Your smile

Your skin soft to the touch

Fingers like an artist

Gently gliding like brushes filled with love

Filling my canvas with life and color

Remember the days of young love and laughter

Of waves crashing over us

Carrying us to shore

Resting only for a moment in the sand

Wading out to ride the next crest

Hoping this will be the big one

Now it’s time for the younger ones

Filled with the zest of life

To repeat the cycle of love that knows no bounds

Always looking for the next big wave

Painting their canvas with the color of Love

Photo; Dwight L. Roth

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Summer Beach Fun

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Mid summer is a great time to go to the beach. It is also a good time to reflect on the fun family times we have had over the years. It is hard to believe so many years have passed since this photo was taken.

Good Times at Nag’s Head

Sand and surf // God’s natural sandbox

A place where awe and imagination merge

Watching our two boys chase ebb and flow

Squealing with delight as the surf laps their ankles


Amazing creatures evolve out of the sandy beach

With each shovel full of sand they take shape

Octopus, Sea Turtles, Sharks and Whales

All come to life at the hands of their creator

Sand Castles with moats and towered walls   

Sit on the edge of destruction

Hot Rods with seat and steering wheel

Roar to life in that three year old mind


Riding the swells on a bubble of air

Feeling the power of the ocean breathing beneath

Waiting for just the right wave

Driving into the shallows


Those were good times // no // great times at Nag’s head

Some forty years ago  


Now it’s grandchildren and a new creator

Bringing awe and imagination to life

And that three-year old

Still loves God’s ocean playground