footprints in the sand
hand in hand we walk
a breeze on the water
cools and refreshes
water birds skitter
along the foamy surf
salty air gives a
fragrant aroma
time stands still
if only for a moment
(I took these pictures on Fisherman's Island on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. Needless to say, we were asked to leave the island because it is restricted and there is no trespassing. Who knew! The signs did not clearly state this but the Federal Ranger was very nice about it. We did enjoy our quaint island during our time there though.)
2 comments:
At least we got to enjoy our own deserted island for a little while together! Our footprints may be washed away, but the memories remain. :0)
So true Scott, so true. I'm glad you guys were able to enjoy some quiet time before the officer told you to leave. Great poem too. Have a wonderful day.
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