A brief definition of a beach, by me –
Soft & golden sand with a fresh breeze & the sea
Yet, this shore, right here, without one grain of sand
Is believed to be qualified. I believe, but not quite…
Well… Sea? Checked. Breeze? Checked.
But then.., stones – and sooo haaard!
In my mind, there’s a memory of a soft & smooth beach
Without the soft sand, my bare feet feel so… eek!
Rocks are surely great for the ‘mountain time’
Yet, each beach, in my mind, requires… the sand…
Second thought – let’s revise
It’s a fruitful land…
As in spite of my hurting feet
Which from pebbles bleed
I prefer to keep swimming
In the sea bottomed hard
Than to drown in the one
Underlaid with soft sand.
“Just keep swimming” Dori from “Finding Nemo”