BEACH



     I've got sand in my toes.

     The sweet, neat, salt water smell in my nose.

     By the ocean's sweet sound, is where I can be found.

     The sound of the ocean and the sea is music to me.

     In the afternoon, the warm wind blows.

     I love collecting shells.

    

     My dear, I am here.  I feel very well.

     These memories hold my hand wherever I go.

     These memories everybody can understand.

     These memories, I well know.

     I love getting away from the city commotion.

     I love going to the ocean.

  The beach is the space that everybody knows.

  The beach is the place that everybody knows.

  All day under the sun, people play.

  All day under the sun, people stay.

  It is fun.  

  Nobody wants it to be done.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

the moment and individual in time being there is so evocative in this piece. I absolutely love this as I told you on the phone!