1 June

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


  1. Underway... i came across it earlier, like it as a choice for this weeks letter.
    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)

  2. I love your sensibility exemplified by this nice post

  3. 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.

    Wishing you a beautiful Wednesday. Thank you for a restful post. Like the pics too.

  4. I'd love to be at the beach right now!
    Thank you for joining the weekly photo link-up at http://image-in-ing.blogspot.com/2016/05/simply-squirrelly.html

  5. Very nice! Hope you have a great week! http://travelingbugwiththreeboys-kelleyn.blogspot.com/2016/06/orange-beach-alabama.html

  6. Love this...very poetic. I can picture you watching them all.

    abcw team

  7. You have such a way with words!!

  8. UNDERWATER treasures!


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