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Beach Grandmother Poems | Beach Poems About Grandmother
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Dreaming of Beaches:
and days by the Sea.
Dreaming of Grandma,
playing with me.
We played by the ocean,
and buried our feet in the sand!
We ran from the tides;
and those memories are Grand.
We searched for buried treasure;
and what did we find?
The greatest treasure of all;
was spending the time.
As the tides were down;
What did we see?
The grand Starfish, and Sea Anemone!
We found sunken ships and tried to catch crabs.
We threw rocks in the Ocean, and strolled hand in hand.
We played until sunset;
watching the sun melt into the Sea
All along laughing, my grandma and me.
Finally in darkness we headed home;
Counting the stars, down the boardwalk we'd roam.
The lights on the ships are so pretty to see.
Thank you grandma,
for sharing them with me.
written in 2004
Copyright © Danielle Fenske | Year Posted 2015
To the lake to the lake,
Fish to fry clams to bake.
This has been grandmother's cry
Now on birthdays she brings rye,
If just once she'd bring a cake.
Copyright © Richard Breese | Year Posted 2015
There is a place i go that is deep in my heart and soul
remembrance of my incredible childhood fills my mind.
Building sand castles on the beach and watching the Victorious Ocean
crash high above the rocks. Roasting marshmallows and making smores in
my grandmothers back yard the sweet scent of woodsmoke and chocolate
fills the air. My soul begins to dance as I hear the Bluejays and bluebirds singing
there morning song waking up the earth. They also have remarkable wings and amazing
eyes when the sun hits them there eyes turn vibrant hazel green. Walkingon the beach
feeling the warm sand between my toes it warms my heart. My Grandmother's soul
will forever soar with the bluejays and bluebirds singing there morning song waking up the
earth. In memory of My Grandmother Marjorie Roberts May God Rest her soul!
By Julie Rene leek
Copyright © Julie Leek | Year Posted 2009