Sunday, November 26, 2017

IN THE GRASS BY THE SEA


Sometimes this old girl realizes it's all very simple.

IN THE GRASS BY THE SEA
 
WARM GRAINS OF SAND UNDER MY PAWS.
SALTY SPRAY CAKED ON MY NOSE.
 
SEAGULLS TEASING, BOBBING JUST OUT OF REACH.
BALD EAGLES SOARING, IGNORING MY BARKS.
 
STICKS TO COLLECT, CRAB LEGS TO CRUNCH.
DRIFTWOOD, SEASHELLS, SAILING SHIPS ON THE HORIZON.
 
A RICH, EARTHY SMELL IN THE GRASS BY THE SEA.
 
 
 
Matted photo and poem available Marshall Studio.
 


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