Kellsey Hartmann

Rookie (5-21-1994)

The Beach - Poem by Kellsey Hartmann

I step on the warm sand
The tide is rising high
But soon the rising tide
Will be drawing nigh

The beach is at its smallest
With the water so close to the dunes
But the day is only half
As it is only noon

The seagulls fly above
Hoping to catch a snack
Warm water
It's all this beach may lack

The breeze is blowing
Gently cooling all
The waves are rolling in
Muffling the seagull's call

The sand, soft between my toes
As I relax in the noonday sun
The conversations rise
Sounds carry of the fun

The waves come crashing
Rolling to the shore
Boogey boarders miss a wave
But still there are more

They catch a wave
And the thrill begins
They ride it to the shore
Their faces show vibrant grins

Beach balls
Volley balls
Just catching ball
You may see it all

The games are played
And memories made
Cooling in the waves
For there is no tree shade

Sand castles built
And shells collected
These memories stored
To be happily recollected

A soft breeze blows
And lifts my hair
On this pleasant day
With weather fair

This is the beach
Where as each day ends
Happy thoughts and memories
For years my heart lends

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 10, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, June 11, 2012

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