the beach

Originally Posted: July 30th, 2016

  The Beach

Plum Island Beach, MA

Broken seashells puncture my feet;

Strong waves push against me,

Before pulling me in;

Warm sand bakes my heels,

As the sun mercilessly beat down on me;

Scattered shells, of all shapes and sizes,

Are gems to collectors sandy hands;

Kids joyously fling sand around them, 

As colorful bikini-covered girls sun-bask;

Seagull's loud cries add to the ever-going conversation'

As they scavenge for food;

Boats of all kinds surf the waves;

Kites stay aloft, while their flyers watch attentively

The roar of the waves lures me deeper,

As I stare into the abyss of water.