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Tim Emminger Jul 2016
On the ocean the full moon shown its light
It created a pathway a mystical sight
In my mind I followed its path
From the shoreline to the horizon I found utopia at last
Tim Emminger Jul 2016
I was out walking when it started to rain
I thought about running but continued walking just the same
I started laughing when I looked down at the ground
The raindrops bouncing off the pavement,
looked like little frogs jumping around
I'm easily amused
Tim Emminger Jul 2016
I found a seashell on the shore
I raised it to my ear
Just to see what I hear
I heard the sea roar
My mind started to explore
I found a seashell on the shore

I found a seashell on the shore
I raised it to my ear
Just to see what I hear
I heard the waves racing to me
It set my mind free and helped me find peace
I found a seashell by the shore, next to the sea

Find your seashell on the shore
Raise it to your ear
What do you hear
How does it make you feel
Find your seashell on the shore, the freedom is real
Tim Emminger Jul 2016
The waves come washing in
The wave go washing out
Like so many times before

Footprints and seashells in the sand
You can see near and far, like so many times before
The waves come washing in and out, like so many times before

The sunset rises up out of the water
People gather on shore, like so many times before
The waves come washing in and out, like so many times before

The waves come washing in
The waves go washing out
Like so many times before
Tim Emminger Jun 2016
Just a few words
A few scribbled lines
I try to describe what's playing in my mind.

I love beautiful sunrises and hearing the ocean waves roll in
The noon time sunlight dancing on the water or hearing the wind
Walking along the beach looking for sea shells or fishing off the  pier
I take it all in; then let my mind say what it feels
Tim Emminger Jun 2016
Off on my morning stroll to Pride Park I go
A squirrel dashes from the path, up the tree and out a branch
It leaps and flies unto another tree
The trail has just started what else lies ahead for me

The smell of honeysuckle fills the air
The birds and the crows are all I hear
A little further, a turtle sits in the middle of the trail
Holding its head high, proud to be there

My best friend Duke and I snake around this wooded trail
We take in the sights and the smells in the air
We walk along waiting for the sun to rise
Then arising between the trees, a new beginning right before our eyes
Tim Emminger May 2016
Today is another day
It is a day to dream
You can do anything
Just Believe
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