Lay down ear upon the ground,
Listen to the ocean's sound.
Feel the cool breeze
Watch the grains
Flying in the air just to tease.
It's black, brown and white;
Tickles all the same.
No matter if dark it will still invite,
An attraction, undefined sight.
The heat, the cold,
Precious like gold,
Tanned by the sun,
Cleaned by the water,
Perfect Mother Nature's daughter.
Author notes
Well the beach inspired me to write about the sand... I really like the beach but only after 7pm when hardly any one is there lol who likes to go to the beach and only hear people talking and every one practically on top of each other?
Written May 25th, 2005
A contest entry
- The Image Machine by Mechanical Angel.
400 points, ended August 3, 2005, 5 entries
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this is a really nice write, its happy and has uch wonderful imagery. well done
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Thanks for your comment
Hmmm I'll see if I find a better title, if not this one will have to do 
lol
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I love this poem. It's imagery is beautiful and it really puts you in the moment. The title does not do it justice, you should make a different name for it, in my opinion. I read through it and I can't figure one out though. I think you did wonderful with the punctuation. If anything, use bigger, better, more meaningful words. Thanx for your entry!
Mech
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Really nice work. Makes me long for a nice beach vacation.
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Beautifully done!!! I didn't applaud last time but now that I have points here you go. Again beautifully done.
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Wonderfully done, sweet and serene filled with lovely images.
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Lovely write which I liked a lot, it certainly reminded me of the beach Keep writing and thanks for your comment
All the best,
Pozo
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