Beach Days

Sea breeze blows

Brushing against my skin

Filtering the sun’s rays

With its gentle blowing

 

Air tastes like salt

There’s a melody in the wind

Tides rip and flow

The current pulls me in

 

White sand beneath me

Palm leaves swaying overhead

Music and children playing

No place better to make my bed

 

Days spent at the beach

Erase all other days

Cares swept up, vanish

Hope shows up in rays

 

Written by L.M. McBean

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