The Water’s Edge
Taken from the anthology ‘Water’
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
The water’s edge is
where I stand
Upon
this beautiful land
It
stretches for miles and miles
The
sand so soft beneath, underneath
Hidden
treasures, un-measurable
The
tiny glistening, gleaming, glittering
Powdery,
gritty pebbles
With
the sun setting in the distance
The
water ebbing and flowing
Backwards
and forwards
Gently,
softly gracefully
Like
dancing to a tune that is so silent
That
only the waves know the tune
Bringing
with it treasure from distant lands
Solitary
silence
Solitary moments
Solitary private moments
Quietly standing on this shoreline
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
7th April 2013
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