As we drive into the parking lot and pull into a spot, <br />The seashore park receives us with open arms and a friendly welcoming gesture, <br />While fresh salty scent of the ocean playfully slips into the car through the open windows <br />And sprinkles its blessing on our heads, leaving a vague feeling of longing and contentedness in the backseat; <br /> <br />When I step out of the car, a cool breeze wanders by, flicking at the strands of my hair and whispering secrets in my ear, <br />The sun beams down on me and spreads its warm blanket on the earth, <br />And the gentle foaming waves spray an invisible magical mist into air. <br /> <br />As I run lightly along the beach, <br />I can feel gritty grains of sand between my toes, <br />And the seawater tickling and splashing my ankles; <br />A flock of indignant squawking seagulls flapping noisily overhead <br />Disturb my peaceful daytime vigil- <br /> <br />Head tilted back, I look up and squint at tiny dots in the sky- <br />Multicoloured kites soar on the air currents, <br />Snapping good-naturedly at each others' tails <br />While their owners, confined to the ground, direct them to the skies and the heavens; <br /> <br />When the sun had stumbled down to the horizon, its radiance begun to dwindle, <br />The seagulls had flown, <br />And the kites taken down- <br />All that remained was the fresh salty scent of the ocean <br />And the calming hypnotic lull of the waves. <br /> <br />*Note-The seashore park described in this poem is based on a real one located in Vancouver, Canada. Its name is Stanley Park. <br />(12/22/08)<br /><br />Leslie Ching<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-sea-11/
