Wednesday, April 20, 2011


When she gets angry there is really nothing you can do

the sea can be very scornful

When I went for a walk I found my beach was gone

Where there was once sand there was none

But plenty of foam

and the colors spoke of danger

He had no idea where he was running to - understandably being still a youngster

and needing to run

completely unaware of the danger of the tides and currents still ravaging the beach

until he found out about it

running back to the voice with all his might he had not listened to a while before

huge driftwood logs stranded
and holiday makers wondering where the promised beach was

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