Walking slowly on the shingle
the crunching ‘neath my feet
as pebbles slip and slide
and tideline flotsam
with my roving eyeline meet
Crossing sea-sculpted grounds
the distant shoreline fades
as tide comes in
and lapping waves
with salted sand-scape trades
This is my beach, my haven
my extra-special place
as contented treads
and all will know
with smiles on my face
©Jemverse
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