ENJOY THE BEACH WITH ME
PRIZES TO SHARE
The soul of the beach is waiting to share
With it's shells washed ashore,
Now barren they beckon,
"Please take me with you,
Remember my home."
The sand dollars prized,
For the legend they hold.
The doves of peace
To hold in your hand.
The rocks on the beach
May be centuries old.
Tumbled and tossed
By blustering waves,
Some clear, some opaque,
Some rough, some polished
A beauty to one,
Just a rock to another.
Examine it's beauty, enjoy it's gifts.
The soul of the beach begs you to search.
Pamela Pauley-Perreault
©1996
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