I miss the beach in winter’s, solitude,

When no one but me feels the spray off the sea,

It makes me feel much more subdued,

It relieves my winter’s dark mood…

No summer throngs to dirty my beach,

No noisy brats to of my ocean leech,

Taking away the beauty of waves each,

The gulls do fly quite high,

All one hears is their screaming screech…

They don’t of the shore care,

They leave their trash & such there,

They have no love for her, as do I,

They treat her callously,

I cannot for the life of me understand why…?

© ed ~ 7/12/11