In Other Words, the beach…

Having the beach less than a ten minute walk away, I feel like I’m cheating a bit!

Photo: my own taken 7.30 am May 4th 2018

My footprints are few of many,
All to be lost on the turning tide.
I may be the first to walk here every day,
But no evidence will remain.

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to In Other Words, the beach…

  1. scifihammy says:

    I like your poem very much – you really have a way with words. 🙂

  2. Sadje says:

    Beautifully written. No imprints remain on the sand.

  3. Patricia says:

    I am jealous! I miss the beach. Wonderful photo, lucky you. And the poem is lovely. Thanks for sharing it.

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