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Written during quiet pre-dawn wakings during a summer on Hunting Island, South Carolina. These were just meant to be fun (written to pass the time), not meant to rhyme, although some do.
Begging to be walked on Each footprint a mark you leave Are you treading lightly? Caring for Mother's wonders Heart, Body, and soul. Water washing over feet Afterwards sand between toes Various shells exposed Even now another one comes. Trepidation spreads as waters rise Interloping on sand castle terrain Distroying our work right before our eyes Everyone must return to build again Shiny granules of rock and shells About to creep into everything you bring home Not even your butt can escape this gritty hell Damn this unrelenting souvenir of seafoam Shimmering spiral, pink and cream Held aloft by the churning tide Easily buried in the beach like a dream Layers of irredesent colors abide Laying hidden beneath sandy sheen Shyly unveiling its beauty... where surf and sand collide
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