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Walking Along The Beach
by Patricia M. Smith
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  Calmly I walked along the beach, as if it were my first time.
There was water as far as the eye could see.
Surging waves pounding, beating blue sudsy waters,
Against the cliffs, the rocks, the sands.
The sands of time I'd long forgotten.
Now the sands from the hour glass run swiftly, freely.
Time is running out grain by each grain.
I would give anything right now ...
To recapture the noise of the sea gulls, smells of the oceans...
And to ride once more upon the waves.
Fill my glass full of sand again!
Oh! To go back living life to the fullest!
Fearlessly pushing all limits...standing on the edge.
To feel the peace and comfort of loving arms,
Like the waves that wrap the driftwood below.
Feeling the velvety grass of home, like the sands beneath my feet.
The fading sands...of time rushing out...being pulled by the tides.
As the waves move out to sea, I too must leave!
For the glass has run out...my walk along the beach is done!

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August 12, 2001
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