Walking Barefoot In The Sand Poem by Jim Yerman

Walking Barefoot In The Sand

Here's something we did yesterday that was totally unplanned…
In the morning…and the evening…we walked barefoot in the sand.

There is something magical when feeling the sand beneath your feet…
It's like when two friends who haven't seen each other in a while…
have a chance to meet.

The morning sand felt cool…after a night of rest…untouched by anyone…
The evening sand was warmer…after a day out in the sun.

The morning sand was quiet…save for two sounds I adore…
birds waking up and greeting one another and waves crashing against the shore.

The evening sand was much louder…with people all around…
laughter…singing…music…it was a sweet cacophony of sound.

Standing in the water with the sand squishing between our toes…
we watched the sun set into the ocean to a chorus of…'there she goes'.

Studies have proven the benefits of walking barefoot as a way of reconnecting with the land…like we did when we were children in the grass, the mud…the sand.

Perhaps that's why I wasn't surprised…to me it wasn't shocking….
the moment I took my shoes off…it was my child who did the walking…

Which is why of all the places I have walked across this wonderful land…
I find my child seems the happiest…walking barefoot in the sand.

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