A Walk On the Sand

We knew love together hand in hand. Memories are still living. With are walks upon the sand. Seashells in a old wooden box. The oceans spray. A vanishing form down by the old docks. A bottle without a message comes in with the tide. Try as I must this pain I cannot hide. That old lighthouse stands as strong as should I. The tide changes yet never does die.

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Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 12/30/2009 9:46:00 AM

This is such a heartfelt poem, John, I can't help but feel that I myself was walking along that sandy shore--beautiful imagery--just also wanted to point out a couple of typos in your poem "are" should be "our" and "apon" should be "upon---hope this helps :0 Also thank you so much for your inspiring comments on my poem, I feel so flattered with your kind comments--may you and your loved ones have a wonderful 2010!

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 12/21/2009 10:38:00 PM

John, this is one of your best poems indeed,its beautiful and touches my heart,going to my favz..John i want to wish you and your loved once a peaceful xmas and happy New Year--Charma

Audrey Haick

Date: 12/21/2009 7:08:00 AM

"The tide changes but never dies"! And memories live on. Awesome, John! I wish you all the best in the coming year and a blessed Christmas! Hugs...Peace and love, Audrey

Anthony Nutter

Date: 12/21/2009 4:09:00 AM

Imaginative poem John Robbins, an enjoyable read. A. W. Nutter www.freewebs.com/abcedit