Shells and Sand
I like the feel of the sand between my toes,
A distant walk along the seashore.
Shells linning the beach,
All different shapes, sizes and textures.
The sand sifting through my fingers and hands,
Fine and granulated, meticulous and godly.
Boats cruising on the Florida waters,
Walks to the marina on a beautiful winter's day.
Lunching at the exquisite dinning hall,
With caring and loving relatives.
Fashions stylish and beautiful,
Boutiques to browse and see a repertoire of Florida memories.
Shells collected, memories for years to come,
Perfect figures and sculptures from God's kingdom.
Author; Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
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