The Beach
By: Kathleen Monahan
Something’s happening,
The wind blows
Softly against the Ocean,
Boats are lined up at the Horizon
Relaxation begins
To grow
The view becomes
A massage for my
Eyes
No matter what
This is the sands
home
When a bad day
Comes along
Someone will eventually find
Their way,
Here
To create a
Clear frame of mind.
Can't quite explain why but I like this poem "the view becomes a message to my eyes" this whole poem to me symbolizes clarity
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