Remembering the New Jersey Boardwalk at Seaside
Heights, where I spent a lot of time when younger.
Walking beneath it, because it gave me privacy and
a
different view of the boardwalk underneath it.
Waves hitting posts, holding it up and splashing,
a nice little memory of being alone in a wonderful
place filled with peace and joy at what I was seeing
that others may never see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem