Anne’s Vacation

A new poem for Anne on her vacation.


By the sand I sit, By the sand I write
The ocean  sounds to my ears delight
As I sit on the beach and wiggle my toes
Beaches and sand give my heart joy
I bask in the glorious bright sunlight
When I lay down my head for a restful night
The sound of the surf makes me feel safe and secure
As I dream of my mountains far to the west
Those of my adopted Evergreen state.

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