Waves crashing down
Even the wind has a sound
A breeze starts to dance
Is a place where two lovers can have romance
Or somewhere where friends and family can come to relax and play
A house next to the sandy beach is where you long to stay
Sand is not just a piece of land
It’s much more than somewhere where you can stand
It’s somewhere where you burn or tan
Where imagination builds something from a grain of sand to something that becomes a building plan
Where a simple ball becomes a game
Where showing a little skin is not a shame
Where the ocean sea sparkles in the sun light
Where the wind let’s you fly a kite
Where the smell of the beach tingles in our nose
Where the beach shows
How the wind blows
And goes
How the beach means much more
How the wind crashes on the shore
A place we call the beach
Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
very Scenic
Thank you. Went on a beach trip and couldn’t resist writing a poem about the beach. Thanks for reblogging my post.
Oh boy with weather in the minus 35 to 40, here I could read and reread this lovely poem! Nicely done!!
That’s crazy. Yeah I’ve been hearing about the snow storms on the news lately. Yeah a warm beach would sound great right now.