We picnicked along the sand,
It was coarse cold and wet
Beneath the sandpaper surface,
Much to the expectation
Of what late February procures,
And the scattered outcrops of surfers
Sat idly on their boards
Waiting for waves,
Continuing to endure the long season
Hoping Summer would soon
Come round again.
(Photo taken by me.)
© Eric Keegan 2020
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a total depiction of a beautiful beach aura……
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Thank you very much! 🙏
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Great post 😁
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