while walking on the shore
with sand between my toes,
I heard the waves talk and talk
wondering why on the shore I did walk.
They tried to chase me from their realm
advancing closer to my stride
with voices of incessant roar
as sand from beneath my feet they tore.
Determined was I to enjoy my walk
as deeper I went into the tide
but Neptune thought it sacrilege
and hit me with a wave's sideward seize.
Downward into the sand I laid
as he pounced me into the shore,
he salted my eyes with his brine
as his fingers pulled me to his recline.
Wresting myself from his embrace
I ran a bit to higher sand
believing not be wanted me to love:
I walked along and found a glove.
A glove, a glove the sand tried to hide,
Did he kill someone I loved ?
"No,no,no," the whispered wind said,
"He has been centuries dead."
It was then I began again
my love of walking on the shore
as morning kissed the waves that bore
their findings laid upon the sand.
I walked amongst this treasure find
and listened to the murmur of the sea's
eternal talk and washing of the sand:
ah, this sight and feel is moment grand. |
Submission Name: On A Walk By The Sea
