By Jeannette Saylor
I hold a sea shell close to my ear
And feel the splash of the incoming tide
Two porpoises skim the mighty power
Flashing ebony tails in their carefree flight.
My sandals crunch sand as I shuffle the beach
As I wait to watch the sun disappear
Dusk is humming a lullaby song to me
Spreading some stars and drawing its place
As people come close to be near the sea.
Sea anemones stretch among salty rocks
And clams snuggle inside protective shells
I pause to hear slaps of a volleyball team
And hear guitar strums from a distant place
As I watch surfers drag their Hobe boards.
The charcoal smells brown in a pit nearby
How I wish to join that family tent
Someone is singing a yippy-yi song
And laughter embraces this kinship clan
With silence I watch the dipping sun –
As it fades and quiet hushes the beach.
I total the prongs of the various sounds
As people join with a special regard
They are clapping their hands for the sunlight show
Seagulls near the pier watch the turquoise tide
And I hear the winds breathe the sun a goodnight.
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