A Day At The Beach
in Beach Poems
The sun and sand go hand in hand.
The sound of constant waves -
There's a smell of salt in the air.
The ocean is seen through a haze.
in Beach Poems
The sun and sand go hand in hand.
The sound of constant waves -
There's a smell of salt in the air.
The ocean is seen through a haze.
You've painted a picture that would make most who read it edger to find a beach somewhere and experience it for themselves. Your depiction is dead on.
Here it is,
Your special day,
So I thought I'd take
This time to say
The torments of hell that I seem to face.
The days turned to weeks, all gone up in waste.
The hours so precious that equal the time
Of minutes and seconds that should be all mine.
Tick tock
The bomb went off
It hit hard
It cut deep
She lovingly handles
her mother with care
as she washes and curls
and fixes her hair.
There are times when things seem normal again
We laugh and talk about trivial things
We enjoy each other's company
But we can't deny the thought in our minds