Buried in the Sand

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