Memories
they come and go,
intermingled,
with the salty air,
and the crashing waves,
and the raucous cawing
of the gulls as they
fight for a
prize.
With the
surge of excitement
as the pole bends,
and the line tugs,
and the feeling
of disappointment
when the line snaps,
lost forever in the
pristine waters.
With the
sandcastles
washed away
by the tide.
With the
sunburns
and the salt
stuck to your
back,
and the
tiny shell
that sparks
a question in
the mind of a
five year-old.
With the
sea foam
and the
laughter.
Memories,
forever with me,
and forever
intermingled.