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Beach Grandmother Poems | Beach Poems About Grandmother

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Details | Free verse |

Beachside Memories

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

Details | Limerick |

Beach Birthdays

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

Details | Rhyme |


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

Details | Rhyme |


Get up in the wee hours 
 Take quick showers 
 Run to the kitchen 
 Chores I want to quicken 
 First of all make bed tea for all 
 Then give a wake up call 
 Now I rush to make nutrtive breakfast 
 For about fifteen miniutes it does last 
 Now left all to myself to finish the work 
 Which all but try to shirk 
 I rest a while watch t.v or a magazine 
 Sometimes I look for new recipe for their heart to win 
 Kids come in first of all for lunch 
 They are famished want something to munch 
 Then at tea time I make new new snacks 
 Kids love them I can hear their smacks 
 Then for dinner that I make light 
 As after this all go to bed outright 
 Now I'm exausted and spent 
 Somedays straight to bed we went 
 Usually we go to bed straight 
 Each looks for their mate.

Copyright © bawa talwar | Year Posted 2017