A Morning Stroll

A salty tang sits in the air
I raise myself from a ratty cane chair
The pull of soft sand on unshod feet
Slips through my toes as soon as they meet

The foamy brine beckons me “come hither”
Come play with me there’s no time to dither
White gulls overhead scan the beach below
I watch as I walk at their aerial show

Shells broken and whole adorn the shore
Passed by those who walked before
I follow the footsteps left in the sand
Fellow dawn walkers at one with the land

Dolphins follow my path for a while
Curious are they of my strange style
Bored soon with this game
They leave me for more of the same

Over the headland the sun begins to rise
The glare off the water makes me shade my eyes
My solitude soon broken the day has begun
With the arrival of the pilgrims who follow the sun


Author Notes

This poem was written after an early morning walk on the beach while on holidays.

6 Comments for “A Morning Stroll”

Raymond Tobaygo

says:

Good morning, Craig

Wow! The images were spot on. You captured every nuance, every aspect one experiences when taking a walk on the beach.

I belong to another site that rates each post between three and six star, with with five being excellent and six exceptional . . .with your poems rating between fives and sixes.

Well done!

Take care and stay safe,

Ray

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