Friday, February 24, 2012

Sandy beaches...

Sandy Beaches

© Morgan Swain

Sprinkle, squish between my toes, 
The smell of ocean to my nose. 
I can feel each grain of sand, 
It falls from air into my hand. 
The shells I find along the shore, 
Picked up by birds that fly and soar. 
They sparkle like the ocean's waves, 
And carry sand from all the lakes. 
I walk along the tip of the sea, 
That’s where my feet leave prints to be. 
I walk all the way to the end of the land, 
The land that holds this beautiful sand.

Read more: Sandy Beaches, Beach Poems 

Monday, February 6, 2012


May be this is what the word "Melancholy" means....