WASHED AWAY AND FORGOTTEN

BY

Laura Lee Christian


Sunny hot day
down by the sea side,
the old lighthouse
shining in its new coat of white paint
overlooks the beach
and the endless ocean waters.
A lonely sea gull cries
while looking for a forgotten crumb
or a morsel for a scavenger.
The pentrating smell of sea salt
enters my head and every
fibre of my being.
The windswept beach invites more wind
with its firm strong blades of grass
and its strong boulders curved
from ocean weather and winter storms.
Sand at my feet and between my toes,
were you once strong boulders too?
Now you are soft and gentle,
warm therapy for my feet
and a welcome relief for numbness
after a cold wade in the ocean waves.
Little bits of driftwood all shapes and sizes
stir my desires for creativity
and start the wheels of my mind turning
while I think of a children's art project.
No place like this for relaxation
and setting down my weary cares.
Let them be buried in the sand
washed away and forgotten.
