Harriet H. Barrett
The call of the seaside comforts me
With pounding surf enfolding sweet visions;
Cherished memories so quietly, tenderly held
Now recaptured in vibrant, surging waves
Moving with the cadence of heart beats...
The rhythm enchanting my senses with sparkling,
Sunlit whitecaps dancing to life's lilting melodies
Across the sands of time, embracing my being
As I walk and meditate along the beaches.