Below is the poem entitled Psamathe which was written by poet
Bawden. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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She doesn’t wear shoes in the summer.
She likes the way the ground feels
In the creases of her curled up toes
She hooks them into the sand
Beneath the marram grass
An arrow pointing to the sun
The wind runs a wrinkled hand through her hair
And I watch her from the path
Feet pushing five inch spears
Into the rocky ground.