Ocean Walk - Part 1
Walking along the ocean shore
Kicking up the golden sand
I feel the warmth of the rising sun
On the back of my freckled hand
The willet and the sandpiper
Dash into the approaching waves
As the sand crabs and quahogs
Burrow down, hidden away
Sea weed and sea grass
Are washed into the beach
Holding scallops for the shore birds
And for the sand fleas, a feast
Flying high above
A seagull takes a hungry look
A brown pelican suddenly dives past him
Knocking him for a loop
Young families on brightly colored blankets
Blow up beach balls and remove their shoes
Children jump over the white crested waves
While a surfer dives her way through
Sunscreen on tiny little bodies
Hats on round little heads
Sunburn is not an ocean treasure
When little ones go to bed
Plastic pails and shovels
Are carried across the golden sand
Dreams of sandcastles and moats
Become shapes under little hands
The life guard stands in his tower
Binoculars in his hand
Watching surfers and swimmers,
And those safely on the land
He is able to see in the water
Things others do not know
Rip currents and rough waves
Keep him constantly on his toes
The pier is in a distance
Waves crashing underneath
Crusted with mollusks and barnacles
It is no place for bare feet
Along the pier overhead
Are fishing poles and chairs
Fishermen casting for dinner
While fishing stories they share
The afternoon sun rises higher
The wind dies down a bit
Surfers come into shore
Their bodies lean and fit
Off in the far horizon
A small sloop glides quickly by
The wind filling its red sails
Speed causing the bow to rise
A cabin cruiser motors past
Fifty feet long at least
A party on board and a dingy behind
The guests are in for a treat
Copyright © Kristie Raburn | Year Posted 2016
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