Beach walkA Poem by Donald Meikleescape to shiver
Never thought I could enjoy being this cold
The sand is firm beneath my bare wet feet The sun hides behind clouds that threaten rain Wind finds holes to shiver in my hasty thrown on jacket And yet the aloneness of this wade into the wind Is a satisfaction in itself as gulls group huddle ahead Stress is long away from this brisk feeling Glasses fogged and filled with salt mist brushwork Change the distant view to Van Gogh swirls A tern dives into rolling water to rise again in triumph with a fish The sand between my aching toes is driving me to wetness Soon I'll turn around Halfway taps my shoulder insisting The tide turns as the jetty rocks appear What other fool would call this walk enjoyment I see a figure sitting there content Turning with the cold wind on my back I leave her there alone with running tide Put my useless glasses in my pocket I feel like dancing in the runback water The cold has gone I'm filled with joy instead © 2008 Donald MeikleReviews
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Added on October 21, 2008AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..Writing
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