A DAY AT THE BEACH
As I sat on the staircase
And dreamed myself away
Anywhere anytime
Somewhere else…
On the Texas coast
The Gulf of Mexico
Enchantment by the sea
We did not have to travel far
Volleyball in the sand
Just a little trip
Another world
Sand on the beach
Stretched as far as you could see
Waves rolled to the shore
To crash over you and me
A large picnic basket
And a blue ice chest
A day at the beach
What a gift it was
Take pictures of day
Memories stored deep in the heart
Would not soon fade away
The sun set in the west
A bonfire
To light up the beach
Soon it was time
To shake out the sand
Fold up the quilt
And return to our everyday
July 29, 2018
I love the images you show of such a wonderful break from the normal…
Thank you Bjorn, I was thinking of the teen years, sitting on the stair, dreaming of somewhere else. Annell Livingston
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I think we could all use a day at the beach. Annell Livingston
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I could picture the scene well, and yes I think we all might benefit from a day at the beach.
Dear Mary, your words are wise, and always welcome!! Annell Livingston
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Yes, a day at the beach!!! Yeah! Annell Livingston
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You evoke great memories of my own. 🙂
Thank you Rosemary. Annell Livingston
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Sigh this brings back so many lovely memories 😊 a most exquisite write, Annell 💜
Thank you Sanaarizvi. Annell Livingston
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I had to wait until my 17th birthday for a trip from landlocked Illinois to the Florida coast! Love the ocean but a bit terrified as well.
Yes, the sea is powerful and should call for respect. Annell Livingston
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Oh those carefree days of youth. Thanks for reading and thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston
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Oh, I was right there with you as you took us through the day. Vivid images, Annell. Thank you!
Such poignant imagery. I hope you get to go back to the beach even though it will never be the same
You know my Husband drowned there, will probably never go back. I turn my eyes to the horizon….”go west young woman, go west.” Thanks for your comment, Jaerose37. Annell Livingston
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From stairs to bonfire, your images brought good memories. I’m longing for the beach right now!
“Go to the beach young woman, go to the beach.” Do not delay summer will be over soon. Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston
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kaykuala
A large picnic basket
And a blue ice chest
A day at the beach
What a gift it was
It can never be a greater day to pass the time. What great memories for those fortunate enough!
Hank
Yes, memories are our own personal treasures. Annell Livingston
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Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston
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It’s amazing where sitting on the stairs can take you! I enjoyed the trip with you in your imagination, Annell. I love the nostalgia and longing in the lines:
‘Soon it was time
To shake out the sand
Fold up the quilt
And return to our everyday’.
Ain’t it the truth. It was a fun day at the beach, if only in memory. Annell Livingston
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Lovely Annell.
Memories are surely made on days like this – and then we return to our everyday. And then out of the blue, something triggers our recall and we are back again to the memory of sun and sand.
Anna :o]
When you can’t go for a day in the sun, by the sea…memories will do, thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston
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Love this, Annell. Like my beach memories. Those suffice for my beach activities now also. We would generally go to Freeport as things weren’t so crowded there. And we could drive on the beach to any place we wanted to be. I hardly ever swim now, I’ve only been in our pool once this summer. Our nine-year-old granddaughter goes for swims several times a week, Mrs. Jim and a couple of girls will walk over to our community pool as well. It has slides, etc., and is there blocks away.
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What are you missing? Big story besides politics and harassment news this morning was of the woman here (Houston) who stole an ambulance, with crew, and crashed it trying to get onto the freeway.
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Should read “three blocks away.” Sorry.
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Jim I grew up in Houston. We played in Galveston, Rockport and Freeport. Better get out there and enjoy that pool, summer is coming to an end…but of course it never really does in Houston. Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston
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