Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Beautiful water
Grey green, streaks of sand
Curl up to make cylindrical waves
Oh the song of pounding waves
The song of rushing water
Booooooom echos along the long shore break
Momentarily drowning other sounds
A pause, a moment, a not quite silence
Then the boooooom echos again.
Salt coats almost every surface
Fine cyrstals impeed the perfect view
Sunglasses smeared with salty spray
Windblown sand sticks to you
And yet the sand does not prevent
The pure enjoyment of watching waves
The colour varies, hard to capture
The sound is soothing every day
Gentle laps
Or thumping dumpers
We all enjoy the ocean’s shore
Crystal clear water sea green, sea blue
Sping time water waits for you
The water at the end of summer
Has a more greying hue.
I could get all scientific
But beauty is sometimes just beautiful
The beach, the ocean, nature’s perfection
I enjoy you, I truly do.
Loved your poem! Such beautiful imagery! ❤️
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I used to live 5 minutes from a lovely beach (in southern Ontario); visiting it regularly is the one (only!) thing I miss about my move to the country. While it wasn’t quite the ocean you so beautifully describe here, it did soothe my soul to sit on the beach and listen to the waves rolling in. Thanks for the memories.
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We have brilliant beaches were I live. They do not call the locations near me the Gold Coast and Sunshine Coast for no reason 🙂
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Oh, I envy you!
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