When the Seasons Washed Away

 

 

 

There’s just so much to look at

along the sandy beach –

 

where pelicans glide silently

just out of ocean’s reach –

 

There are sights and sounds

and smells for all

with things that wash ashore –

 

Umbrellas, chairs and blankets

and Sun block 84 –

 

There are flies and fleas

and seagulls too

shells and bottle caps –

 

fire pits and hamburgers

with photographs to snap –

 

Yet it’s all so very quiet

when the seasons washed away –

 

She still comes to walk the beach

and feel the ocean’s spray.

 

 

No postcard racks

no surfboard shops

No danger signs to warn her -

No volly balls - or Frisbies

No Parking here to corner -

Just her along the very edge

with footprints for a day -

How wonderful to be there

when the seasons washed away.