Source: We Heart It
White Sand Beaches
Virgin Beaches
Rolling sand dunes
Populated with Wild Sea Oats
Sparkling blue water and
Pristine white sands
My first view of any ocean…
The Beach…
As a uninitiated nine-year-old
In awe and
Brown eyes huge with wonder
Warnings about not
Going to far
I was hooked
The sweet simple
Joy of salt-water tears
And
Sand in places it should never be
Fast-forward fifty years…
And
Oh…to get my
Toes in that delicious
White Sand
Float in the crystal clear
Blue water
Playing toe tag with
Waves crashing to the shore
Those carefree days
Are gone
Virgin no more
Beaches over-run with people…
Travelers from everywhere
Some with no respect to what
This magical place once was
To a wide-eyed nine-year-old
Oh…yes…
The beaches are still
White sand wonders
And the water
The most beautiful blue
As Ever
But…gone are the dunes…
The wild sea oats…
The simplicity of getting to
The water from an undeveloped road
Houses obstruct the way…
Hotels loom like giant robots…
And people…
People everywhere.
The vision of progress
Yet…the destruction of
Dreams…
Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
*Note: Memories of my childhood visiting Panama City Beach, Florida
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