Friday, 27 November 2015

My Beach poem

In the tide line, the empty paua shells lie there. In the sand I stare at the never ending footprints as they stretch out into the distance. Abandoned crab shells. The waves crash down on the sand. The wind howls very loudly in my ears. It is not the best day for a swim.

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