A Beach Walk

I walked the heated sand, and
Bare toed scrawled a pattern deep
And cooled my wander lusting feet
On a beach far far from home.

Tickled by tall grasses, gazing,
Narrowed eyed discovering horizons,
Of pinks and eerie gold,
Where ships with tall masts puffed of old,

Dipped into far off harbors, where spoken
Tongues I would not know,
Then heard world melodies in the wind,
A symphony from where Iíve never been

And I was one with far off peoples,
Whose spoken tongues I would not know,
But found my heart at one with them
In the symphony of the wind,

Playing on a beach far far from home.

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)


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