Sandy shore- a poem

I stroll along the sandy shore

With seagulls flying high.

Painting beauty as they move

Against the evening sky.

Intoxicating ocean air,

The breeze upon my face

As swells of water come ashore,

With foam that looks like lace.

I turn to see my footprints

of my journey from the start.

And, as I watch them wash away,

They’re always in my heart.

FROM here, the path is open,

With my life, still yet to see.

I’ll stroll along the sandy shore,

And carry you with me.

Retm