The Sand and the Sea

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.