The Beach Is Sunday To Me Poem by Richard Noggin

The Beach Is Sunday To Me



Hot and humid
But with a cool breeze
I’m in my rocker
Way above the trees
The taste of salt in on my lips
The sea is to rough for passing ships
The sounds of God comes to my ears
And wipes away all of my fears

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Richard Noggin

Richard Noggin

Wilmington, North Carolina
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