
By Dianne Moritz Oh, to wander the beachon spring afternoons. To relax in the sun,or slide down big dunes. To hear the surf roaring,waves splashing on shore. To watch sea birds feasting,seagulls dive and soar. To pick pretty seashells,appealing driftwood. To reflect and to dream,as everyone should. To exult in sea mist,breathe in fresh salt […]
Ode to the Beach
thanks to dreams of rane for posting my poem on this site.
Dianne
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