A walk along the beach, looking at footprints, inspired this write.


The Beach With No Name

Come down to the beach
the beach with no name
where prints in the sand
make differences the same.

Whether bird or man
or animal paws,
prints upon prints,
we all have a cause.

Idle or moving,
we all take a stand.
Some are only tiny
while others are grand.

Our lives are blending
to us unaware.
One on top of the other
in this land that we share.

A masterpiece painted
by a mixture of life,
brushed in harmony
and touched by strife.

Patterns created
by feet large and small,
leave a story told
'til the sea comes to call.

The waves come lapping
with a melodic roar,
soothing and smoothing
a trampled shore.

The beach is reborn.
Again made anew.
The palette is clean,
waiting for you.

So, come down to the beach
the beach with no name,
where prints in the sand
make differences the same.


Kathy Lockhart
4/14/06




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Written on 2006-04-15 at 05:06

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Teala
Beautiful and touching, your poems have a relaxing effect on me, with emotions..
2006-04-21


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
a lovely poem Kathy and so well written rgds mike
2006-04-15


Jon Hanover
It is the question and the celebration of existence that makes this beautiful.
2006-04-15