Ode to the Beach

By Dianne Moritz

Oh, to wander the beach
on spring afternoons.

To relax in the sun,
or slide down big dunes.

To hear the surf roaring,
waves splashing on shore.

To watch sea birds feasting,
seagulls dive and soar.

To pick pretty seashells,
appealing driftwood.

To reflect and to dream,
as everyone should.

To exult in sea mist,
breathe in fresh salt air.

A beach walk in the spring
is beyond compare!

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“I write to express life’s simple pleasures.” – the writer