Seaside Fun

Dancing sunlit waves, gleeful children,

reddened cheeks, glowing with joy under

a layer of factor 50, to fight off the furious

sun searching out each little corner of skin

uncovered; and so they dress them now

with protecting suits or pop up tents that 

shield, and enable freedom on the beach;

to dig and build, shape and fill buckets, to

make sandcastles that stretch across the 


thinking to stop the tide. and ride the ripples

in the welcoming ambling sea on its quiet, 

soulful days. But, they love too the tossing 

roaring waters that build and splash and 

challenge, that thrill and lift and tumble,

and each one to be met by crazy courage, 

over and over as they wait for the really big

one, that will toss them in the surging surf.

Hiccoughing and laughing, they face again

the cold waters and splash and scream ’til

the call comes to go back, and suddenly 

they are cold and shivering and struggling

with wet clothes and sandy feet that scrape,

warm, dry clothes bringing cheer, and 

tears are dried as they homeward trek to

hot drinks, restorative snacks and hot 

showers leaving gritty sand as they go to

a place to sit, relax, read and slow down.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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