Walking The Beach Poem by Phil Soar

The beach we walked upon was long, and we both took our time
Together we enjoyed the sights, our arms were both entwined
Strolling in the surf, barefoot, and thrilled to walk for miles
With nothing but a setting sun, and passers-by who smiled

For age has been no danger to the way we show affection
We've always had this bond, and many thoughts and recollections
To sit upon this sandy beach, when our walk is through
And dream in this warm setting, with the knowledge, I love you