The Beach

I live in the city of Perth now
a few kilometres from the beach.
A scene that’s over crowded, in
the summer seasons heat.

I miss the town where I lived
the white dunes of sand, like
snow, jutting against the sky,
where I lived in Geraldton.

I miss the pristine view, though
there were no trees for shade.
Alas, to walk along the shore,
or sit and create an imitate.

I miss the walks at sunrise
And the shells for my collection.
The tide ebbing from my feet
My thoughts are recollection.

TeAnne © July 14. 1999 BACK