We hike the trails where emerald silence grows,
The forest hums beneath the morning light,
The mountain breathes in rhythms nature knows.
The beach wind plays with gulls in seaward flight,
We splash through waves, our footprints wash away,
The forest hums beneath the morning light.
By lakes so still they mirror skies all day,
Canoes drift slow like dreams in midday sun,
We splash through waves, our footprints wash away.
Through wooded paths, the deer and foxes run,
We pitch our tent where starlight softly lands,
Canoes drift slow like dreams in midday sun.
A fire is born from our own weathered hands,
We share our tales until the embers die,
We pitch our tent where starlight softly lands.
We hike the trails where emerald silence grows,
The mountain breathes in rhythms nature knows,
The beach wind plays with gulls in seaward flight,
We share our tales until the embers die.
Longer days
vacation stays
packed beaches
eating peaches
sudden showers
picking flowers
water slides
carnival rides
wearing shorts
playing sports
snow cones
skipping stones
riding bikes
long hikes
swimming pool
staying cool.
2025.3.27
For me, it will be the last swimming day in the beach.
I came here to enjoy the nature for one hour.
Time flies so fast, it breaks my heart.
It was not long ago,
Two brand new swim suits added to my wardrobe.
I maximised them and used them weekly.
Now, chances to swim in the sea,
Will be very slim and almost down to zero.
I was not brave enough to swim in the cold.
So, I have no choice but swim in the pool.
The pools always have chlorine and chemicals.
I could not have both.
Natural seasonal salt water,
Or year round regulated temperature.
I pray I still be alive and fit to enjoy splashing around,
In summer at the end of the year.
On a different note, I swam here not long ago.
A matter of fact it was about three weeks ago.
The ocean, the beach and the sand,
And the scenery remained the same,
But something had definitely changed.
Peter in the summer morning sun
his cool smile shaded by shadows run
his voice as soothing as coffee’s scent
tell me he wasn’t heaven sent
Peter of Malibu moss and Spanish rose
his lips like light-coral, in kissable repose
his legs slouched akimbo, like a tiger’s limbs
how I long to re-entangle myself in them.
Peter’s quick caress, on windy Tropez beaches
aren’t men the most delightful, of nature's invasive species?
I miss the jeweler’s precision, of his warm and playful hands
and how the sun slowly gifted him, with a model’s golden tan.
Peter sipping coffee under a brittle, New Haven sun,
his rough laugh following something silly I’d done.
There’s no cryptic, localized pathology, happening at the beach,
when the two of us are together, our worlds just seem complete.
.
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Songs for this:
What the World Needs Now by Tori Holub & James Wilkas
be mine by strongboi
Live far from the beaches,
Up on the mountains.
Sunny and salty in summers,
But cloud on the hills.
Grassy and snowy the roads,
More you likely to walk on.
On way to capture the sun,
Intentionally you are on top of the hill.
Fog is where you wanna breath,
Dark clouds where you wanna stay.
Cool weather as all mountains are!
Travel as far you can.
Darl! Let's go to Manhattan beach,
There we can catch some fish,
Then you'll cook a nice dish,
That we'll eat under the Beech.
This time, if Jennifer goes,
She'll want to eat a lot of Mangoes,
Then we'll send some by cargoes,
Like we did when we were on hol's in Fargo.
Oh! That reminds me, dearie!
Can you help me cut down this Cherry?
Don't think I am going nuts;
'Cos I earlier made you climb that Walnut.
Just like on Long Island, If not for Jennifer;
I would've broken my spine,
When you wanted me to cut down a Connifer,
But I still got injured by a falling Pine.
Long Islands! That's where we saw many Rowans,
In a forest planted by the Romans,
I thought I'd find some of their treasures,
It would've made our memories more to measure.
Those are not Rowans, they are Hawthorns!
Hawthorn? That tree I climbed was without thorns,
Anyway, there's a lot of fun playing with trees,
There's no such adventure that nature gives more free.
Noelle Cottage straddles ledges of grey,
Extending into waters of Casio Bay,
Along Small Point’s shoreline of Atlantic Ocean,
Observing forest, sky, and ocean devotion.
Feathered fliers: Osprey, Sea Gull, and Eagle,
Their diet all favorites and everything legal,
Overhead wing-singing their various tunes,
Hunt above beaches near sandy, beige dunes.
Noelle Cottage awaits - at the end of Shore Road
Where sea-salty breezes generally flow,
Among acres of Fir, Birch, Maple, and Pine,
Awakening fond memories obscure in time.
Life by the sea is always a challenge.
Happiness there’s a joyous challenge to manage.
I yearn for your warmth
the touch of your golden sands
the smell of your breath
Relaxing place to lay back and listen to the waves talk to you
quote: " Life is Dry as a desert, lest you find the oasis of love" .. Tanu Vermani
In timeless talk, with a grain of sand I sat,
From beaches wide to river's flat.
Voiceless, yet with tales profound,
Ages old, and wars unbound.
Through time's vast expanse it flew,
With camel caravans it grew.
Desert battles, blood-stained land,
Sands bear witness, silent stand.
On beaches, joy and love they share,
Sand castles rise, dreams declare.
Sculptures formed, by hands that craft,
In shifting dunes, a moonlit draft.
Amongst it all, a whispered plea,
Unity brings salvation, see.
Infinite footprints in the sand, so grand,
Where they journey, day and night, across the land?
Why not we pause, in this soft, sun-kissed bed,
And resurrect our love, where it was once widespread.
Draw near, take my hand, let our spirits expand,
In the ocean's embrace, let our love withstand,
With clasped hands, our passion shall advance,
Reviving ancient love, in a timeless dance.
Shall we craft our dreams in the sandy strand?
Savor moments, listening to the waves' sweet band,
Why not we witness waves' endless rapport?
Eternal tango of waves and the shore's rapport.
Shall I sculpt you in the soft, yielding sand?
Perhaps the waves will pause, this art so grand,
Our hearts aglow in the sunset's warm hue,
In night's absence, waves play a love song anew.
WHO WOULD YOU CHOOSE BEACHES OR MOUNTAIN?
LET'S SEE WHAT THEY CONTAIN.
A BEACH IS FULL OF FUN,
A MOUNTAIN IS FULL OF SUN.
BEACH IS MADE UP OF SAND AND MINERAL,
MOUNTAIN IS MADE UP OF STEEP AND RIDGES ORIGINAL.
BEACH IS GENTLY SLOPING LAND,
MOUNTAIN IS A HILL GRAND.
BEACH LIES ALONG THE EDGE OF AN OCEAN,
MOUNTAIN IS FOUND IN EVERY LOCATION.
NOW, WOULD YOU CHOOSE BEACHES OR MOUNTAINS?
DO KEEP YOUR CHOICE A RETAIN!
in the backwash of my mind
memories still legible
sunken crystalized in sands
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Utterly cold waters for two southerners from Oslo.
They take our breath away when swimming.
The land of the midnight sun and the gorgeous
Aurora lights are featured at Uttakleiv Beach.
Kept our eyes open too for unusual sights at
Lofoten Islands in northern Norway.
Eye of the Dragon was one showpiece - a most
Intriguing natural rock formation -
Visibly impressive, virtually unmatched.
Both my wife Nora and I, have our bucket lists.
Each of us have longed to visit our northernmost
Arctic Circle area and its famous fjords.
Colossal - the Trollfjordan near Lofoten which
Hails as the best holiday site ever in Norway.
April 12, 2023
I'm dreaming of the sandy beaches
Just like the ones I’ve seen before,
Where the surf is rising,
With lovers surmising,
While kayakers skim along the shore.
I’m dreaming of the sandy beaches
With every poem today I write
Hoping you have good weather up here
If I think of you,
I’ll shout a quick “Good night!”
[Repeat]
I'm dreaming of those sandy beaches
With every poem today I write
Of my presence here please do not lose sight
And may your holidays be bright!
Written December 10, 2022
[with a special nod to Irving Berlin,
a parody of his "White Christmas"]
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