The Oceanside-

The Oceanside

The sunshine’s warmth spreads across the beach.

On the windswept beach, the waves sparkle motion.

The waves slowly rise as they swing over the sands.

Long grasses, silvery brown, shake back a forth.

Hills are covered with fir trees is grand.

The lighthouse on the crest of the hill juts into the ocean.

Foghorns from the land call to passing ships that sound whistles in response.

The whispers of grasses and waves in motion over the beach.

I feel the cool grainy brown sand between my toes.

I stand in stillness, sensing the beauty of the silence.

To watch an ocean in motion with devotion is a silent dreamland.

I listen to the ocean beyond and hear the waves singing dreamily.

By Alaina Gaffney

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