Soul

There is a place i go that is deep in my heart and soul remembrance of my incredible childhood fills my mind. Building sand castles on the beach and watching the Victorious Ocean crash high above the rocks. Roasting marshmallows and making smores in my grandmothers back yard the sweet scent of woodsmoke and chocolate fills the air. My soul begins to dance as I hear the Bluejays and bluebirds singing there morning song waking up the earth. They also have remarkable wings and amazing eyes when the sun hits them there eyes turn vibrant hazel green. Walkingon the beach feeling the warm sand between my toes it warms my heart. My Grandmother's soul will forever soar with the bluejays and bluebirds singing there morning song waking up the earth. In memory of My Grandmother Marjorie Roberts May God Rest her soul! By Julie Rene leek