In The Sand*
In the sand
Our foot prints
Hearts
Shells
Kisses
Lines left by the tide
Castles
Dog paws
Cans
Bodies
Tears
Clothes
Dreams
Names
Our Life time
In the sand
*I grew up at the beach. I spent a great deal of time day and night, wandering the shores, feeling and exploring the sands of that shore and all that could be lived and love. There isn't much I haven't done on those shores. There is a lot of life lived, left and found there...
Labels: beach, meanderings, poetry, sacred moments, stories, word play, writing
posted by Kim Williams at
8:00 AM
2 Comments:
Each word you wrote holds a special meaning, and a special memory for you. I know how it is... those memories work like that... they linger in our minds as tiny capsules... and every now and then one pops open and releases its magic potion into our minds. Thank you for sharing, Kim.
Nevine
Nevine - right you are. each words labels a memory and i'd fancy a guess that a little word association would lend the same for most of us that have spent any time at the shore... thanks for dropping in.
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