TO SIT IN THE SAND

By myself with the wind in my face,

Watching out towards the horizon, i sit in the sand.

Above, only sky that has not an ending to my eyes,

                                                                  Birds that fly, drift silently on by.

The waves are a sight, crashing on the beach,

Who would be the man who sat here once and dared 
To dream?

To sit in the sand, warm to the touch of my feet,

Thoughts fill my wandering mind, what things do all of 
This teach?

To sit in the sand, peaceful is where I am,

                                                                 Memory's of times, all that I did in life,

                                                                                      Felt from inside.

         Keith Garrett

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