My beach not away too far,
My mother ocean just beyond,
A walk I take on the beach sand,
Mother ocean and I have a special bond…

The summer almost over, no more throngs,
Of tourists leaving trash & wearing thongs,
Granted there are some that look real sweet,
They can be to the eyes a tasty treat…

Still my love of my beach is with the winter,
On the boardwalk with shoes I get no splinter,
But trudging through the sand is better for me,
Especially if the sand is covered in snow,
While lapping at the edge of the snow, is my sea…
© -me- 8/30/14