7: 55 a.m. <br />Sandy beaches popping into my mind, as the sun rises <br />over ocean waves, forever crashing without resting <br />through each night and day. <br /> <br />Feeling their strength in mind, knowing they can knock <br />me over, I smile, remembering all the times that it <br />actually happened. <br /> <br />Once, even hitting me so hard that my bikini top was <br />taken off, still feeling the embarrassment of that <br />situation, making me blush even now, all these years <br />later. <br /> <br />Continuing on, walking and feeling the serenity of <br />just being close to the ocean in mind. <br /> <br />Wonderful memories of many good times back them.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-good-times/
