Stories In The Sand Poem by Jim Yerman

A morning walk along the beach has some lovely consequences…I
t is the best way I can think of to wake up all the senses.

With your first step you feel the coolness of a breeze against your face and the sand between your toes…you look around and realize Mother Earth is already putting on a show.

Immediately upon entering you are put under nature's spell…looking at all the impressions in the sand with all the stories they can tell.

If you happen to arrive early enough…ahead of the inevitable crowds…
you hear the rhythm of the waves and gaze out to where the water meets the clouds.

The clouds…as clouds are wont to do are constantly changing shapes and sizes…
and begin to catch the colors of the sun as, from the east, she rises.

You pause a moment to enjoy the aroma of the ocean…and it sets your senses free…
as you look around and all you see is sky and sand and sea.

While on your walk you begin to see other people…on any given day…
you smile and quickly greet each other as you pass along the way.

Fishermen, people jogging, families out for a day of fun…
people swimming, babies in strollers…a grandpa and grandson.

You see boats upon the horizon, watch and listen as egrets and pelicans soar…
you pass the remains of a crumbling sandcastle built the day before.

When your walk is over…you decide to go in for a cool refreshing dip….
and when you bring your head out of the water you can taste the salt upon your lips.

You might remark at how the water is still cool…even in the last days of July…
then you go out, sit under your umbrella and read a book until you're dry.

When it's time to go, you pack up…you take one last look around…and you smile
glad to have spent some time here…even for for a little while…

As you head out you pass more people who are just now heading in…
Your time on the beach is over…there's is about to begin…

You look back once you pass them…smile because you understand….
They're about to add their own impressions….their own stories to the sand.