How about a poem on the beach?

Question

There was a place of my youth I used to go. A place where I began to grow. A place of joy. The joyousness was, but one of few, that took me away for a while.

Hours on end, I'd walk. Breezes carried me along as warm waves drenched my soul. There were few interuptions. Remnants of catfish, skeletal and opaque amongst the driftwood, would garner my attention. Sand crabs racing by my toes, while terns and gulls scowered the barren beach, for crumbs of survival.

Venturing out of my shell, with cautious steps, I'd wade out. Looking out to vast unknowns, as well as down. Stingrays, snug in the sand, were abundant and deadly, in my mind anyway.

But never past the poles. Yet another boundary of my youth. . Admonitions. Warnings. Followed by endless chastising for being curious.

Each step closer to the poles emboldened me. Gave me strength. Made me braver. Preparing me. On the Gulf Coast of Mississippi. A place of joy. A place that gave me strength.

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Answer 1

Beautiful. There are certain souls that just need to be near the water. I need to get back there...something about the scents, sounds, and feel of the ocean makes me feel like nothing else ever has.

Answer 2

Another case of dislocated enjambment. Actually, yours is missing. This could be carved down to a more compact statement. Not bad though, filled with sights, sounds and smells.

Answer 3

very nice.but how does one escape reality?

Answer 4

Lovely.

You know the song Cool Change?

That is YOUR song in my eyes.

Did you see my posts this morning?

Answer 5

Wow Hydro. You keep bringing out these poems that remind me of time that is very old but strongly embedded in my memory of Summer Trips to the Beach, Flying Kites being carefree as a butterfly and time stood still it seemed.

Do we all share such a common thread amongst us that we can tap in and touch each other on such a level that provokes these waves of nostalgia and dreaming..?

Thank you, once again! On the Beach.. I am there.

Answer 6

Good poem, good beach. I can smell it now as I write this. and feel sand between my toes. Did you ever learn the stingray shuffle?  Mandatory in Florida...I really am there!