Walking On Sand Poem by Phil Soar

Walking On Sand



Stretching for miles, the golden sand invites me
To walk along the beach in my bare feet
To feel the grains of sand between my toes
And paddle where the sand and water meet

The feel of waves caressing soles and tingling toes
Nothing else can matter as I slowly stroll
And as the tide gets stronger and rises upwards
It makes me feel that I am not that old

Sunday, November 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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