Stepping onto the sun-warmed sand
Littered with pebbles, dried flotsam and shells,
Hearing the calls of the distant gulls,
The rhythmical breath of the breaking waves
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a good thing, staying near the sea. marvelous beauty in this work, Peter. -Tailor
Gorgeous. I was at the seaside yesterday and thanks to you, I've just been again today. Hugs Anna xxx
How beautifully you have placed the thought that a sight, a sound, a smell can carry us right back to our childhood. I love being reminded of MY childhood, when all the world was mine for the taking. Perfect, Pete!
I love poems about the seaside, sea sun and sand. Wonderful write, adored reading it. Just lovely. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX