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