U is for underway
walking the beach of an evening I come upon the treasures left behind....
our house is across the street from Short beach....
i love to watch the families traipse home at the end of a sunny afternoon
they skip across Memorial park and cut through the path in the wood
or roll their beach carts to the gravel parking area
pack up the babies and grab the old ladies....
at twilight i come upon the things their little fingers left behind when they were called homeward
I feel as if I've stumbled across some sacred archeological dig
where childhood was suddenly interrupted
leaving all its tools behind
and time stood still
makeshift boats set sail at even tide
and piles of sandy seashells roll along in the approaching surf
Underway... i came across it earlier, like it as a choice for this weeks letter.ReplyDelete
Your post describes it well and it reminds me of how i would love to live nearby a see shore... although at te same time i don't feel the urge to move house ... just a longing, to hear the water rush i guess
Have a nice abcwednes-day / – week
♫ M e l ☺ d y ♫ (abc-w-team)
I love your sensibility exemplified by this nice postReplyDelete
Something quite poignant about your post today ... could feel it especially in the line "the things their little fingers left behind when they were called homeward." Makes me want to reach out and kiss those little fingers. So precious they are.ReplyDelete
Wishing you a beautiful Wednesday. Thank you for a restful post. Like the pics too.
I'd love to be at the beach right now!ReplyDelete
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Very nice! Hope you have a great week! http://travelingbugwiththreeboys-kelleyn.blogspot.com/2016/06/orange-beach-alabama.htmlReplyDelete
Love this...very poetic. I can picture you watching them all.ReplyDelete
You have such a way with words!!ReplyDelete