A day at the Ocean

Fanning out infront is sea and sand,
The sky, the wind, this place is my home turf,
As I watch little kids skip hand in hand,
With outstrtched arms I frolick through the surf.

I search for shells and bits of worn down glass,
And build sand castles sitting side by side,
My afternoon so quickly it does pass,
As the castles wash away with the tide.

At home I run my fingers through my hair,
To find something unexpected and neat,
That salt, and sea remain entangled there,
And that some sand grains still cling to my feet.

I learn the sun, the sky and mostly sea,
Will forever be a large part of me.