his grave

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

summers day at the beach

as he steps out onto the beach

the sand welcomes his feet

the sun fills the sky

and radiates some heat

the tide comes and goes

a slight breeze blows

he puts sunscreen over his body

his face and his nose

dirty dogs cover his eye's

a beach towel hangs over his shoulder

ready for the dry

board shorts down to his knee's

he's not the kind of person

who wears budgies

he finds a spot

he lays his towel down

he puts his belongings together

then looks around

he see's the flags

yellow and red

it's safe for him

to swim between them

he catches himself a wave or two

swallows some water

then catches the moon

he can see the ocean

he can see it's waves

he can see a headstone

above his grave

he went to the beach

but never came home that day

all in a moment

it was washed away

BY B.R.Coster

Submitted: April 11, 2009

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:( When we think it's safe...life laughs and proves us wrong.

It only takes a moment to lose everything...just can't live in that fear all the time...I'm telling myself that more than you. :)

Fri, June 5th, 2009 7:47pm


cool thankyou :)

Fri, June 5th, 2009 2:22pm

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