Beaches
Robbi L. South
[robbisouth@shoal.net.au]
Lying on the hot, golden sand,
Watching the waves race toward me,
Like a herd of white, galloping horses,
Running from the very heart of the sea,
To escape the wild fury.
As the great, white horses,
Crash onto the sandy shore,
The fury flies, spitting salt spray,
High into the air,
Causing the sun to cast a watchful eye.
Kissing that sweet, salt, spray of love,
Under the sun lit sky,
While the sun slowly merges into the seas
Wild waves of fury,
As each horse drops his hoof to the sandy floor of the ocean bed.
Poem © 2000 Robbi L. South, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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I discovered "Beaches" while looking at some rather different
pictures sent to me by a friend. I came across one of a beach with
waves crashing onto the shore. The waves seemed the shape of
horses. As soon as I saw it I knew it was a great idea for a poem.
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