The light glimmers and bounces off the water.
The air is thick with the smell of weeds and mud.
The trees hum with the vibrations of insects.
The leaves rock back and forth in the gentle breeze.
A single boat splits the surface of the water sending ripples off, out onto the shores.
Turtles pop up their little heads to take one more deep breath before the plunge.
Birds swoop and glide.
Minnows skitter and dash along the warm shallows.
The reeds and flowers hang lazily, just tiptoeing into the stream hesitant to touch the cold.
The sand hides the treasures of those who came before us.
Their foot prints and sand castles.
Their laughter, longings, and lunch morsels.
Here on the river beach,
the summer days feel long,
our worries out of reach,
and our dreams a little closer.
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2 thoughts on “River Beach”
“the treasures of those who …” that’s so moving. I like your poem.
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