The sandy shore of early morn,

broad with the absent tide,

lays open to hours of caprice

of loved ones , side by side.

It yields piles of its grains

to young sculptors in the sun,

building castles in the sand

until noonday has come.

.

The sandy shore of afternoon,

still broad with the absent tide,

invites the tired and weary

to cast their cares aside.

It offers respite and peace,

laying on the warm soft sand

with lullabies of gulf and surf

on the restful, serene strand.

.

The sandy shore of evening

dreads the coming tide,

and grieves for happy voices

that have blown away and died.

It knows that dusk erases

the glorious day that's been,

and senses the encroaching tide

that soon will be coming in-

that soon will be coming in.

02/15/2005

Posted on 02/15/2005
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