Beached Bare-Foot Prints

: adventure, beach, cry, deep, imagery, ocean, power, BEACHED BARE FOOT PRINTS My foot prints gladly set to the whetted sands as I stand and whiff the seashore Missed since last year’s southern holiday visit and just as many times before It is a good old ‘home week’ that the tides welcoming waves shout to me And I can see the silly sandpipers flit once more as I stand near-bye suddenly They race the out-tide for banked treats left on the gleaming wet platter to feed Quickly before the in tide's wallop mounts closer frothing at its mouth with greed In and out the tide's wave displays its curling white coils with intoxicating joy Soothing in spirit, yet have very beast-like tomes of 'command call-backs' that decoy Me into venturing nearer to just wet my sand covered toes and take the dare It knows I want to become reacquainted with its wet swirling hot-tub fairway fare That will tickle and caress me and lick me deeper within and underneath its waters keep Again I will trick the sea and surface surprised and happy to be ducked in its wet deep.