Untitled - June 4, 2000

Many years from now,
I shall walk again
across this sandy beach.

And hear the sighing of the trees
as they rustle in the wind
to brush against my hand.

I shall feel again
the power of the waves
battling against the sand,
to marvel at the quiet strength
of nature in the wild autumn winds.

Someday when I am tired,
I will want to remember
my days with the beach.

Wanting to retrace
steps impressed upon
the shifting sands
of so many years ago.