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Yon beckoning sea

Yon beckoning sea

My right foot steps on the silky sand then the left foot follows when I look and I stand
This beautiful beach is barren and bare just me and the seabirds in the eventide air
I soak up the finale of the setting sun as it drops below the horizon as the day is done

Sinking in the soft sand it feels hot on my feet from the soaring temperatures in the midday heat
I stroll for a while towards the beckoning sea loving the sand castles that were made lovingly
But the tide is on the turn as it flows to the shore erasing today’s playful memories for evermore

I run into the water’s edge and I jump over a breaking wave iciness shocks my senses tho sheer excitement makes me brave
Out and in again as the sea ebbs and flows betwixt splurges of seafoam between roaring bellows
Oh how I love the taste of yon salty sea caressing my skin and invigorating me
 

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Being Me

There is a playfulness about this that has the reader enjoying every moment in the sea. Lovely poem, Jill x

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Jill Tait

Awwww Thank you I love your comment ❤️?❤️

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