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 no 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,


  Memories of times, all that I did in life, felt from inside.

        Keith Garrett