Sun-kissed cheeks and bare-footing
Along the rolling shoreline ebbing.
Wavelets frothing swirls of white
Where sand meets the sea.
Standing, breeze lightly blowing,
I look around, I look far and wide.
I look to the sky, to the sand
And the sea.
Beach combing, treasures I do find.
Ghost crabs fast burrowing
Like ghost apparitions disappearing
Not far from the sea.
An infinite variety of shells I seek,
Collecting in my pocket jingling.
Some spread apart like angel wings
Cast forth from the sea.
As I barefoot along the shoreline
Sandpipers run, always fleeing.
A great blue heron stands stately,
All feeding from the sea.
Looking back from where I came
My footprints left upon the sand.
I breathe in deeply the salt-rich air
Savoring the blue green sea.