Beach Grandfather Poems | Beach Poems About Grandfather
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Spread your wings, dear child, and fly
to where the green sea meets blue sky;
run on the crests of gentle waves
and grab the sunlight as it raves
about the brightness of the day;
float with the sea gulls as they sway
upon the friendly winds, and dive
with playful dolphins as they jive
in the cool waters of the bay.
Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2013
In his damp, snail smelly, back yard, water boiled in a vat.
"Hurry honey", said Grandpa, "the tide has just gone out".
In my six year old mind, we were in for a "great big treat".
Willingly, I'd fill my bucket full with sand crabs we'd all eat.
Overcast dark sky and dank fishy cold wind didn't dampen
spirits while scanning wet sand for holes that were sunken.
Intently digging, then oh so thrilled, I yelled,"I found one!"
Clunk! Into my little tin sand bucket it fell; one prize won.
Sadly looking, seagulls mocking, I'd managed only eight.
Grandpa smiled, dumped them in the vat with, "GREAT"!
Copyright © Charlene McCutcheon | Year Posted 2014
THE SOUL FISH . . . .
Down onto the sunny - but - windless beach one day . . .
My grandfather and I on the water’s edge we stayed . . .
The gentle ebb of the waters flow - in and out - it goes . . .
Lapping with delightfully sensation between my toes . . .
Just at the water’s edge - very faintly you could just see . . .
A very flat sole fish - just waiting - and looking at me . . .
My Grandfather - told me - to this fish we must respect . . .
For inside this sole fish - a dead departed soul was kept . . .
I looked at the fish - the very flat sole fish looked at me . . .
And in its eyes - the soul of the departed - looking at me . . .
Now my Grandfather has departed - and I am bereft . . .
For the heartfelt message just for me - he never left . . .
Now with each day - it is down to the water’s edge I go . . .
Waiting - for my beloved Grandfather’s soul to show . . .
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016
MY FONDEST MEMORY
George Morris was my Gramps, a real fine man.
He was a Poitier or Cary Grant.
We went to the Island they call Coney,
and on his back, I’d ride the giant waves.
I’d laugh so hard he’d feel my stomach shake.
Which made him give almost a slight "Ha, Ha"
He said, ‘’You need to close your mouth real tight,
or you will end up with a lunch of sea.''
Upon his back I waited for the next.
It was a wave as big as all that day.
I closed my mouth as we sailed straight to shore,
and when it broke we both loosed "Ha Ha Ha."
How nice it was to share, just he and I,
the surf, the sand, the ocean and sea air.
My first time at a Raw Bar eating clams,
fond traces of the good times that we had.
MY FONDEST MEMORY
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Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016