been too long

been too long

A Poem by Emily B

it had been twenty years since I walked barefeet in the sand

something about the sound of the waves rushing the beach

made my heart feel soft

God smiled on me

maybe I had walked about twenty minutes revelling

in the sky, the surf, the scenery, watching people at their play

when I lost my shoes

and socks

they just fell right off, well, maybe that wasn't it at all,

but there was this pool around a rock, and on the rock

were plump and colorful starfish and I reasoned that I should

take a picture

for my kids

I rolled my pants legs up, but the pool was deeper than I thought

and so when I had touched the starfish, because I really just had to

and waded out of the pool

my pants legs were soaked up to my knees, school children stopped

and stared, and said 'you're wet', bless their hearts, and I said, 'yes,'

'but I won't get in trouble for it'

© 2011 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
it just sort of fell out and I'm not sure whether I ought to keep it or not, time will tell, I guess

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this is how I walk the shoreline myself~ must touch~ must observe~ must capture~ my grandson comes with me~ we both get in trouble courtesy of his mom for coming home drenched and with what he calls "sandy butts" I adore the innocent infusions breathing throughout your write because if we care for the little one in all of us~ we retain just enough childlike qualities to remind ourselves that life is for living and all the rest is rubbish~ =)~

Posted 13 Years Ago


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lovely...a moment captured perfectly..makes one think.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is how I walk the shoreline myself~ must touch~ must observe~ must capture~ my grandson comes with me~ we both get in trouble courtesy of his mom for coming home drenched and with what he calls "sandy butts" I adore the innocent infusions breathing throughout your write because if we care for the little one in all of us~ we retain just enough childlike qualities to remind ourselves that life is for living and all the rest is rubbish~ =)~

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so sweet and lovely. The delicate tale of the beauty of the beach, how we just have to do these things sometimes.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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