Beach That Had Been Benched

Beach That Had Been Benched After all the waves would have been amassed And then by in my mind probably passed Was no sound, seemed to be silent shore Once way back when we truly did adore. On you this thought had to be unloaded Your beautiful beach would become corroded And following that slowly drift out to sea Where with you and me no longer will be. So why is perfect only that pictures are While we continue to wonder how far People may try to take us these days Would help if they offered some praise. Praise for all of coast may want the most Then always about it can brag and boast But with you we still want to pick a bone Why didn't you leave our lovely beach alone? James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet