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Barbara R Maxwell
Poems
Sep 2019
Beach Time
It was a perfect day on the island
It was miles away from the main city
To get there one had to ride the ferry for an hour across the blue waters
The sand on the beach was white and fine to the touch like fine silk
The water at times was turquoise
The beach was little lined with large umbrellas stuck in the sand
They were numerous colors and multi colored
People were sitting under them watching the waves
The waves pounded the shore breaking with bright white foam
The air was warm but not hot with a slight breeze soothing to the touch
Palm trees swayed to the breeze their leaves glistening in the sun
As the sun hit the ocean the surface looked like a million diamonds
Children were running up and down the beach laughing and playing games while parents kept a watchful eye
A man pushed an ice cream cart down the beach selling ice cream treats
A mother and her daughter played in the waves
The daughter eventually sitting in the water letting the waves run over her
It was a perfect day in every way
Everyone was grateful for the perfect day and a little slice of heaven
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