Jul 2019
early morning barefoot walk
hear the drumming ocean waves
smell the scattering of kelp
see whiteheads floating out
hear the squawking gulls
hear breaking waves seething ashore
feel cold sand crunch neath toes
burrow them in for a little warmth
you and your board are primed for briny sprint
hear the drumming ocean waves
smell the scattering of kelp
see whiteheads floating out
hear the squawking gulls
hear breaking waves seething ashore
feel cold sand crunch neath toes
burrow them in for a little warmth
you and your board are primed for briny sprint
Written in a contest where the host wanted to bring back memories for his old surfer grandfather
(82/M/California)
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