As I go bare foot across the beach,
I see a grain of sand.
A man comes forth as if to teach,
And quickly grabs my hand.
“Don’t touch the sand” his old mouth said,
“It’s precious around here, ”
I saw his cheeks were sore and red,
His words echoed in my ear,
“Don’t touch the sand? ”
I wondered why?
The man lay flat,
As if to die.
He snuggled up to the wind on the floor,
This was nothing I’d ever seen before.
“My wife was here” he said to me,
“So many years before, ”
“She died on this spot” he said to me,
“To the heavens she did saw.”
“She could not swim, the tide too high, ”
“My wife, her spirit went to the sky.”
“My wife, her skin, as soft as a dove, ”
“But now she’s a soul to Heaven above.”
“The circle of life has taken it’s toll, ”
“I wait for mine with a silent drum role.”
“I wait for mine wondering if or when, ”
“I will see my precious, lost wife again.”
OH MY GOD! ! ! your poem is amazing! you should be so proud of yourself for writing such a beautiful poem,10++++ well done!
Where did all that come from. Its about comunication which you have got
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good write indeed. A lovely storyline and the flow was excellent. Again a check on spelling, but otherwise a pleasure to read. Loe Ernestine XXX