Seaside Heights comes to mind, full of ocean and
boardwalk, crying to be seen again.
A formidable memory of fantastic sights, smells
and experiences.
Wading into the ocean, body surfing, being knocked
around by waves of wonderful delight.
Picking up seashells off the ocean's floor of sand,
listening to their salty roar when put by your ears.
Coming out of a refreshing time, walking to the
boardwalk for sausage, peppers and taffy, then rides
on the scrambler, octopus and merry-go-round.
Times of exuberant joy are everlasting in this heart
of mine, exploding poetry out of the memories never
lost inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem