This poem was inspired by our first trip to the beach at Long Beach, Long Island. We didn't know enough to stay away from the rocks where the tide was especially strong. Ever after, I've noticed that the life guards are vigilant to keep people away from them. But that day, the guards were just " an orange dot on the sand."
June 30, 2008 10:16:25
Rick & Rebecca said...
Remember reading that poem before, takes me back to swimming in Lake Huron..and getting a bit too deep. Mom yelling from the beach... bouncing in deep water... relucantly swimming back in, then wading, trunks full of water spilling out onto the towels.