Lapping Water’s Edge

Got out of the cottage
Cooler night I guess
Sweat shirt over shoulders
Just in case.
Probably thirty minutes left
Crowds and noise gone
From the beach.
Sandals kicked off
Sand cool to the toes.
Lone seagull bids me welcome
Two-tone exclamation
Soaring white
Against the coming reds
Of the horizon.
Waves come to mesmeric
Hissing at the edge.
Over there, cross the waters
Another nation, and
A-wollers clopping down
To the beach
And looking back at me.
And God you have done
This wonderful thing
In our midst.
Timeless rolling waves
Evening breeze forecasting
Sound holiday sleep
And tomorrow’s banter
And bouncing with the kids.
Through the reds
And through the lappings
And through the memories
I hear your smile…Father.


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