I'm Not a Poet But...

Just a collections of poems that I've written. Hope you like them.

3Likes
0Comments
1848Views
AA

21. Beach

Jogging near the salty water,

Is a mother and her daughter.

Sound of shoes slapping sand,

Pumping of arms so tan.

 

The halfway point so close,

Now’s not the time to slow.

Breathing becomes hard,

And vision becomes starred.

 

A hand hits the wood of a pier,

And each hold back tears.

“We still have to run back,”

The mother pulls out a gum pack.

 

Both slowly chew some gum,

Legs still a tad bit numb.

If only the journey back was short,

Or they had a transport.

 

The daughter picks up a seashell,

“Being out here is really peaceful.”

They glance at one another,

The daughter and her mother.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...