Ode to Fort Lauderdale Beach

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I can hear the crash of the mighty waves on the shore

my feet are submerged into the prickly sand

The ocean stretches as far as my eye can see

All I want to do is breathe in

the familiar salty scent

where my childhood began

 

Memorial were made on this beach

tears of joy are brought before my eyes

as I remember my mother holding me by the hand

leading me to the ocean full of uncertainty

plastic yellow shovel in one hand

plastic blue bucket in the other

building fantasy then

building life

 

Comments

megan.duffy.1253

This poem is a reflection of my childhood spent on the beaches in Fort Lauderdale and Hollywood.  I like to think of the beach when I need tranquility in my life.

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