Wednesday, March 21, 2012



Come walk with me along the shore
Let's touch the shifting sands,
The wind in our hair, salt on our lips
Let's hold the world in our hands.

Imagine for a moment if you will
The sand under your feet
Let's wade knee deep at the edge
Where the sand and the water meet.

We will stroll and talk
And pick up shells
We will hold them up to our ears
Hear the stories the ocean tells.

Let's wander back in thought to the days
When the ships would sail from Cape May
When the women would wait with loving hearts
And hope at the start of each day.

We'll regale each other with stories
Of ships that sailed at the  morning
Of the prayers and the hopes still held fast
And the light that flashed as a warning.

We'll sit on the sand and rest a while
With hearts that are full and deep
And the memories that we are making
Will be ones we will cherish and keep.

We will listen to the water
As it swells and rises and falls,
See the seabirds lift and soar,
And hear their plaintive calls.

If I close my eyes I can see it all
The sun, the shells and the sand,
The breeze whipping up the water
And the day just as it was planned.

I'll gladly walk the shore with you
And willingly take your hand
As we both share with wonder
And the way that things are planned.

© Linda J. Vaughan
March 21st. 2012

1 comment:

Joseph said...

I am off to bed, but I wanted to say how beautiful this poem truly is. Just lovely. I would love to stroll with you on the sandy beach of my little seaside village. Talk over high tea, and then go sit on a lovely old bench on the Washington Square Mall, and while away the hours..Oh!..The stories we will share.