poetpotter

 Sadly we did not get to the beach at all this summer. With COVID and the newer variants, it just didn't happen. Still I love being at the beach, not necessarily to sit in the hot sun or swim distances which is harder to do there, and swimming is not one of my stronger skills.  I like to walk on the beach and pay attention to waves and how they creep up or crash in, and how footprints in the sand gradually disappear each time the waves come in.  Here's a poem I wrote years ago after an early morning walk on the beach at Southampton. Beach Walk Take the sandy path along the water's edge at dawn only the cry of soaring gulls and soft lapping of waves washing the golden sand seagulls rest on rock islands in the mist where a finger of land points into the lake see the treasures scattered on the beach a slice of rock remnant of nature's force fragile shells, empty of life and branches, stripped of bark and roughness sit on the rock in the quiet of dawn listen to the music of...