We Walked On The Beach Poem by Gert Strydom

We walked on the beach
my shadow and I.
Rocks protruded
out of the sand
and a big ship passed by.

The tide was high
and the angry sea crashed
and slapped spray
upon the rocks.

a Strong wind scratched
me with buckets full of sand
and I wondered what had happened
to a perfect day at the beach,
but later the wind died down.

a Single gull surfed the air
and suddenly it wasn’t there
and only the green sea,
the white-hot sun,
surf crashing on the beach
and I remained.