pink sun rising
grit in my toes
instant coffee
greasy pancakes
we watch our three
sand pail dancers
and listen to
the water sounds
sandcastles and
shell collecting
cherished moments
seaside camping
Amy Corbin has been previously published in filling Station, The Cynic, Ascent Aspirations, Shine, Every Day Poets, Ignavia Press, Every Day Fiction, and Haruah: A Breath of Heaven. She will soon be published in Flask and Pen and The Battered Suitcase. She likes to sing in her car.
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13 Responses to “CAMPING ON THE BEACH • by Amy Corbin”
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June 2nd, 2009 at 5:46 am
Sweet! Soothing and sentimental. Brings back memories. I love the “sand pail dancers” — can see them skipping & twirling along the water’s edge.
June 2nd, 2009 at 7:38 am
Lovely poem. Refreshing rhythm to match the serenity and grace of a world as it should be. Thank you for sharing the moment with this reader.
June 2nd, 2009 at 9:47 am
Nice one. It does bring back memories…
June 2nd, 2009 at 11:16 am
Loved it, Amy! You captured a moment in time as if I’d been there with you.
June 2nd, 2009 at 11:58 am
Thanks, everyone. I appreciate the read and nice comments.
June 2nd, 2009 at 12:40 pm
The images you’ve included made me want to find a seashore quick! (Tough to do in Minnesota.)
June 2nd, 2009 at 12:44 pm
I want to be there – right now!! Wonderfully evocative.
June 2nd, 2009 at 1:15 pm
Nice flow of images, Amy.
–dj
June 2nd, 2009 at 6:32 pm
There is nothing more peaceful than a day of memories on my favorite beach.
June 5th, 2009 at 12:50 pm
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June 7th, 2009 at 9:51 pm
Reminds me of my youth . . . and the days ahead for my sweet little new born and parents who love her very much.
Thank you.
June 9th, 2009 at 3:00 pm
This has the sound of the ocean, pulls you in with a peaceful rhythm
June 9th, 2009 at 8:36 pm
Very nice. I could picture myself there.