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Beach

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Crunching down the shingle
Drinking the sea breeze
Listening to your chatter
As you throw pebbles into the sea

Heat is no longer the enemy
Its relaxing powers repaired
Breathing salt essence
In gloriously cool sea air

Brothers gently bickering
Who threw the greatest distance
Your deep voices lift in humour
And how we love to listen

Chilling on the shingle
Hanging out with the family
Talking about almost nothing
Companionably

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

…we went to the beach with our sons to escape the heat, and I broke out in rhyme once more….

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Posted on June 22, 2017 at 9:13 PM in Kim, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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7 Comments to “Beach”

    
  1. Mr. Militant Negro
    June 22, 2017 at 9:14 PM

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

    Reply
  2. jerennazuto
    June 23, 2017 at 4:19 AM

    It’s the best when we could supplement our happy memories with a well rhymed poem. It’s makes the memory, even precious!

    Reply
  3. Jem Croucher
    June 23, 2017 at 7:09 AM

    Wonderful wordsmithery about a place which is as much a part of me as I am part of it – the beach.

    Reply
  4. Christy B
    June 24, 2017 at 1:39 AM

    Ahhhhh this sounds like a nice summer experience 🙂

    Reply
    

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