I Was Here

 

To be the first to walk across the golden

sand in the morning, to leave a footprint

pressed into the sand like a memo

I was here

as the sun beams down

and the quiet, golden silence

of the morning is a secret held

by me alone, imprinted on my mind,

my shoes dangling at my side

sand clinging to my wet feet,

and I wish, that I was there again.

6 thoughts on “I Was Here”

  3. Claire Underhill says:
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    Lovely! It sums up how I used to feel about my morning walk on horseshoe bay beach. Hopefully to be repeated soon! Thank you for sharing your atmospheric poetry! X
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